oh it feels so good to write

just linking words
random nouns and verbs
into a sure fire sire
of lyrical inginuity
facing into discontinuity
unless ambition
is applied frugaly
or brutally it will become
beyond the scope
of proper comprehension
some kind of far off invention
from another dimention
that some how held in suspention
leads us to see
all that has been mentioned
with a new comprehension
and understanding
undemanding of our
utter lacking and instead
acting as a contraption
of utter compassion
and vacuums the back rooms
of our minds
finds the lines we hide
behind the lies
of personal desguise
and expose in prose
a feeling of marose
sarrow but a strong
positive feeling for tomarrow