It's amenable reaches.

Born by Winged seraph;

its rise in their clutches.

What arches and stars

I've reached amist this climb.

On up toward that sparkle

alight in your shine.

The Devine chance to

know this pulls at my ribcage.

You are my sunshine

Your glow lighting my way.

You're a chorus of cherubs

You're the sounds that joy makes.

Dear magnetic Minstrel

Im breathless.

For my hearts sake Be gentle

with me and take care

Dance delicate your grips

On my soul that's ensnared.

Please grace forever, my presence

And play on my Heart strings.

That lovely nourishing rhythmn

The usurping tune

bewitching my autonomy

That envelopes the room.

Your sonorous harmony

I'm blessed to witness

I pray you to begin again

Encore!

Temptress and

Lay loose those entanglements

By which you've ensnared me.

for my hearts sake Be gentle

For our hearts sake

Spare me.

Add it up,

|The self expressed|=

{([(3)Me conceptually]+

[My body])×

[What I do] /over

[What is to be]+

[ what I've been Through]}

÷ Y(why)

Thus to write my self expression all I need is to possess a value for these variables and I merely have to check them against the others and factor in English to scrawl the proof of it all to paper or a screen. This makes me function as it is my functioning, and no block can stop the absolute value of this equation.

Should a block crush like a rock my creative flows stream; you would then see me writing about it. The weight of that rock being there, and what I feel like having nothing to write at all. Then I'd go about, in detail, depicting the details of the feeling of being crushed by that huge Boulder. So; like a resulting trickled rivulette escaping around a barrier, that writers block wouldn't stop anything.

My creative flow like water

I'm drenched in it and floating.

Just remember:

Blocks dont make good damns.

Though they're for building.

So build you a boat out of "would" and ride the rapid rushing well spring from the depths

of the you that pours out

And needs expressing.

There's always some variable

You can Solve for

to write down.

You always have

SUMthing.

We can't all have good opinions; otherwise, how would we know them at all.

A Quadruped once said,"...", nothing at all!

But they sure were sweet when they lay their head on your knee after licking the tears off your ruby red face.

At that moment, in that place, they were there for just you, and they knew it, and they love you no matter what you do!

It's these silent moments when the only warmth in your world is that mutts soft furry curls slid over your hand.

It's the unblinking stare and the total demand of your attention to heard you away from the wonton feelings that got you so low.

It's that you won't freeze when it's 20 below zero on a three dog night in your tiny house you built; but failed to prioritize insulation, but dammit!

You felt it sure looked cute in the shade of green you painted it. The one that the last of your building funds got alloted to. The one you got when you should have gotten new pink panther sheathing foam to line your tiny walls with.

It's those little things like puppy breath and them breathing little barks and ruffs as they are chasing their dreams. It's their little pup-paws up in the air, without a care ,or a thought of gravity. Chasing cars in their subconscious.

I couldn't bare the tragedy

of some of this lifes flaws

if it weren't for that little brindle brown puppy with huge f-ing paws;

my Mr. Buster Brown.

And later actually his litter brother

My dog Jax

Who is "Jaxon pollock Brown" and

Now I have little Paw Paw too.

They're My boys, my friend, my dogs to the end; they are family and I'll be damned if they didn't save my life through the toughest times yet.

So follow me when I say

forgive me please

Dont forget I mean not to be rude.

I'm not normally so braisen to say;

With so much attitude;

That your opinion (no one asked for)

is more than welcome to

join the food i had for lunch

down the drain and flushed.

It's what I do

with all the shit I process

Though what to do with you, Deficating from where your mouth is,

To really screw the pooch.

"Ain't that a bitch; I got this."

I say; handing you tissue.

It is your 10th time watching my cousin Vinny.

You know the plot.

You know how it ends.

You only saw one of two ends coming at present and

the one you didn't see

you werent ready for.

You weren't ready for them to go.

My cousin Vinny you have seen several times before.

You know the end.

That makes it easier.

Growing up I wasn't allowed to cuss.

It was part of the rules.

Cuss and you'd have

a bar of soap in the mouth, Literally.

Ironically though, it beat spankings.

But my cousin Vinny was an exception to the rule, and I remember how we would laugh; How she would always get excited at the end. You sure loved how that girl knew her stuff.

She used to read so much that her doctor legitimately told her it was bad for her eyes to be working that hard and to cool it a bit. She was so driven to learn and discover, of course that was her favorite. She'd probably get a kick out of how I know Cars now

I wish i knew.

Wish I could ask her.

Just sitting in a room with her again would make me so happy.

We wouldn't even have to talk

But I'd love to listen.

I really would.

.

.

Let it be that we should see

and be it wit in your write

or just a thrill

some fright that runs after you

or a fear made real

and you

hold a laugh in or you

Hold on for dear life

Your hands.

Your skill.

Your pen*

Like the knife

Cuts to the core.

Strength in the dance

Words can say it if you let them.

Give them the chance;

Each one will mean it too!

Would life be a dream then,

if we dont live to know them,

Not to live but to think it?

Is not each view a stroke of a truth

Laid out in each wave

Time glides through

Ore the things

We act out

As the play scribes say

Life is but a stage;

Or your mom in 7th grade who states

It's just a phase!

No, not this; not these.

Most pure blocks we build up

What we are

What we made us of.

Turn not your cheek

To turn of phrase!

Let your mind

Speak from the soul

To the pen

To our age

Ane all who come next.

Let it be so.

P.S: SYLLABLE-PHOBICS BE DAMED! Each single syllables word was the wrenching pluck pain of my vocabularies short and curlies and now my eyes are watering and ive just gotta lie down a minute verbally so I have to express (colloquially) "That's fucked! This challenge was hard and I'm done.

I would think to myself as I stop mid-chugging my sweet tea not even playing it off like I wasn't a Literal-thirsty-bitch. (Not to be confused with a thirsty bitch normally denoted in the slang of the today's modern youth).

I would; smiling wide;

with mouth and eyes,

And in truth,

I'd say,

"Well , I wouldn't normally describe my writing. I mean; hmmm....

I mean that i have trouble describing my work because each piece is unique and purely it is what it needs to say; whatever the case may be.

So for me to describe them I'd just need to read em to you. Honestly.

Alot of people say I use big words to sound smart or to be aloof, but I don't, and I don't argue.

Though I do not agree.

I just can't imagine performing several sentences denoting meaning when nuances that could understood by an instance of a single words usage exist. Language is a tool that can be emhanced and should a word have its meaning being equivalent to the most pertinent sum of what I have to say; then damn it! It is what I'll say."

[I'd finish saying this followed by a silence long enough that I start to second guess my confidence in my answer and I'd shake my head like an overthinker and say,

" Nah, really if i had to sum it up another way I'd just tell you "I like Turtles, and then drool a bit."

After which point my cheeks would burn rubicond and after chuckling I'd return to sip at my sweet tea where I sit.

P is for the way he prays on me

A is for abusive psychopathy

I is very scary Isolation Solitary.

N is Eve-N more than anyone should have to endure,

And my

Pain seems more like just a game for you,

Pain the outcome of lies that you construe.

Two this fucked up wont make it,

I have no heart since you negate it,

Pain is what you put me through!!!

Pain is all that you will give to me

A punishment I take almost willingly

I feel so pathetic

N is for narcissism that claims to be empathetic.

[Pain is life for me with you!!!!]×4

~and the jazz lowly fades.

*thus was inspired by rhe Pain challenge but I did not feel it fit it well enough p

Welcome.

Some exclusions apply,

see yourself out for details.

If you can hear me blink twice.

Be Nice!

Warning

Caution

Danger

Things are closer than they appear.

Not for use in a convection oven..

.

This is not such a harrowing revolution.

To be linguistically strategic.

Though convoluted practice doing this can constitute

A clear way to state things.

Within our meanings

It's a way to be resolute.

Clarity is charity for words and assuages attitudes..

Semantic narrowing is what births

The adherence of our language to such platitudes as the here and now.

It keeps the living lingual linkage vital between individuals and it is how anybody understands anything.

Since it's incorporation from grouping our agreement of guttural utterance denoting meaning it has been a fluid fit to fit the meaning that would be it's container.

Sisgender seems a reversal of this enacted narrowing. See it brings a syntax issue by disregarding a superordinate word depicting the generalized meaning of gender to the subordinate sisgender specified through adopting or attatching sis as the prefix to gender. Based on the narrowed traits people have designated pronouns for, this morphological mishaps constituents are structurally not linguistically lead logic forming the incidental disagreement I feel in my brain when sisgender is ignorantly replacing the fundamental basis it has in our language. There by disconnecting it's little foot it might have had in my door. Reverse the sisgender subordinates semantic-allignment with the original morpheme "gender", and by all means your semantic narrowing would not illicit from me such a quizzical furrowing of my bitch faced eyebrows.

Syntactic and semantic logical linguistics is the way all language identifies, and of all the things to understand practicing respect for, I'd say it would be this idea that vilified those seeking to refute it.

Funny every side is wanting the same thing, and proper semantic narrowing is how we can accrue it.