Caution, Overload

254 Replies

Wish I had more hands than two
Kopimism is my new religion
Yellow and black surround my view
Which person is going to erupt again?

Hastily responsive,
This pensman
Deals with time limits
There’s never enough

Shunned, unfortunately yet again
Ignorance isn’t bliss
Accusations arise
That I’m aloof
In actuality, networking
Flies through the roof

As I
Yearn for the
Tiniest shred of
remembrance

To unite fellow
poets together…

Misunderstood,
Poets in history
Have that reputation

Perhaps, vital for understanding
The words
We send
In imagery,
holds your hand

Plutonic energy
Penetrates
Overload
With time I lack.
Hastily responding to
Electronic missives

I’m on trial
for being dismissive
I’m innocent
Of your intentive blames
That I cold shoulder you
I guess
I just brewed
Too spicy of a stew
(I wasn’t even in the kitchen)

Has it been worth something so superb?
A partial downfall,this obsession that forms
Getting kicked to the curb
Whilst bringing people together

254 thoughts on “Caution, Overload”

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *