The Playground August 3, 2018March 24, 2020 Thomas James Vincek #AtPlay, #Child, #Children, #ChildrenAtPlay, #Danger, #Feast, #Form, #Free, #Fronts, #Heart, #Hunts, #Life, #Obscene, #Play, #Playground, #Predators, #Prey, #Protect, #Safe, #Seen, #ThePlayground, #TJWhiteWolf, #Violent, #You, #Young, Remain It’s form is a child Watching over the playground Always hunting its prey You may think on the young at play It’s going to feast I assure you not For truly you see The young are its heart Full of life Vibrantly free That is what it protects You must see There are those it hunts Just outside the playground fronts Here are the predators that be Very violent So obscene You must stay clear Or in danger you’ll be Remain and be seen And leave them to me Keeping this playground safe For you and I Share this:TweetEmailPrintShare on TumblrPocketTelegramWhatsAppLike this:Like Loading...
Disturbance January 27, 2016August 12, 2020 Thomas James Vincek #Apprehension, #Attention, #Behind, #Breaking, #Close, #Connection, #Controversial, #Convention, #Dicomfort, #Disgust, #Disrespect, #Enter, #Existence, #Expression, #Extension, #Feel, #Heard, #Help, #Hint, #Interject, #Invention, #Leave, #Like, #Lost, #Mentioning, #More, #Needs, #Neglect, #Never, #NoExceptions, #Nothing, #Pay, #Placed, #Project, #Protect, #Purpose, #Recollect, #Redirect, #Reflect, #Rehearsal, #Reject, #Rhymes, #Rough, #Rush, #Servants, #Slightest, #Surface, #Takes, #Tension, #Time, #TJWhiteWolf, #Turbulence, #Verses, #Voice, #Worth, #Wrecked, #Writing, Disturbance I thought I heard in your voice Just the slightest hint Of your disgust I know you wish nothing more Then my existence never been I’m here to leave behind The cause for your disturbance Can you feel the turbulence A rough rush of discomfort For you and all your servants They lost all purpose Breaking through the surface Writing rhymes like verses Now look who needs a rehearsal Still controversial With no exceptions The tension in your expression Shows the connection In your invention Pay close attention When you enter the convention You’ll be filled with apprehension No simple extension worth mentioning You shall not reject nor disrespect The more you reflect The more I’ll project Just so you can see I am the cause for your disturbance Can’t help I like to protect Even all that has been wrecked I will not neglect While you recollect I’ll interject Do what it takes to redirect What has been placed Until such time I am the cause for your disturbance Share this:TweetEmailPrintShare on TumblrPocketTelegramWhatsAppLike this:Like Loading...
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