Change You
I want nothing but to re-arrange you.
You are fine as you are, as a whole.
I don't want to remove even one thing.
You can watch the whole time.
It won't take long at all, I'll be in and out.
If you don't agree or have suggestions
I'm flexible to the curvature of process.
We just gotta sift through all the nonsense,
Simply stuff it some boxes
Enough with all the clutter amongst your thoughts its
Hindering your responses
Simply waiting to be the next to see
The unfolding of events you're not ready to perceive
You spun a yarn so keep spinning,
speedily exchanging greed for ecstacy.
But you've been drinking fool,
I can sense some other substances too,
what is it about your own reflection in that murky pool
that seems so useless to you,
wait, what's this trying to prove,
who's understanding the point and utilizing the use,
who's reading let-alone writing the good news,
couldn't i/you make use of such similar tools,
maybe with new mechanics, same machines, new techniques
We can better our understanding so the dreams hold true through the crease
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Olas Ross
Born in Las Vegas, NV, grew up in West-Central Wisconsin, currently living between Central Texas and a hard place. I've been bouncing around the country since I can remember and see no other option for the rest of my life. Became a homeless youth in 2009 and now homelessness is a spiritual choice, not an economic drawback. Don't frown on me or those who have worn these shoes, unfortunately for me the opposite doesn't hold as true. I will judge and dismiss the materialists, the narcissists and anyone who's code of ethics seems unfit. So what's my code? Have faith, be brave and behold. Don't like the word God. Not a fan of gossip, politics, religion, celebrity or you. Synonyms of fraud. Every barrel I point at you I point equally at myself. I'm another one of many. I have a beard, from time to time. I'm a tall, skinny, tattoed white boy that has had too much good happen to let all of the bad dictate how I'm going to act. If you read this through I would like to thank you. If you heard me speak this you'd realize that this is a poem also.
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