Equations of heard words

          Why I cannot cease the laughter. Dry or no. Still
the cackling quakes. The hope still lingers. Pressing
back a dream. Reality is the dream. Reality is the key
to endurance.

        Still forgive the soul when a relapse of stupidity
enters any unyielding equation. So much can hurt, can
seem fair yet underplayed. Hmm how so clear
was the taunt of a joy.

       Yet I am not presuaded all was wrong. Just loaded
with truth. I cannot allow my dreams squashed because
of a long awaited fault. Yes it shifts. Yes it creates the
intrigue. Why change that when innocence of purpose
was opened?

     Ah the sighs I exhale. Experiences tumble across
my viewings and I sit waiting for the first lines offered.
Still will I ever receive a new pattern?

     The mind says yes, the conscience weeps the truth of
grand trials to attain. Still the ideas are vivid. Soaring
in great heights the spirit becomes radiant.

    Who would know the truth but Jehovah? What stands
holding me here, firm. Alas friendship are woven in
the most interesting of ways. Curiosity just finds a way,
wedging where an opening becomes available. The
sharpness of a good inhale.

    Still I am hurt but it will not be seen before many.
I prove myself worthy of Jehovah's name as will you, if
you seek the levels of clarity.

   Yes I understand you more than you care to agree.
Unfortunate in often times. Sadly I watch, leave alone
until words become necessity.

   Perhaps that is my deal of fairness.

   So seek when you think, you know I am waiting for
I will expect a solo moment and not jump far clear.

  Still did you even hear?