Sentenced Message

by Ammon Howling Lowe

Sentenced Message

A musical chorus, blue grass, steady occurrences, Christmas.

Soft Statue, past turmoil, emotional baggage, caring contempt.

Amusing Lotus, true sass, a stern player, ready with fluency.

Lofty and mature, vast, a sensational savage, staring with content.

Why, why, try and try, look into my eyes, a psychedelic disguise.

Hello, hello, hello, my friend, my friend, why do you weep so madly?

Taking mine, a distant sigh, a crook desires, a funky discharge of a charge.

More, more, more, I wonder what’s in store?

Penetrating the deepest sore, what is it all for?

Alluring with intensity, a matter logistical longevity, at last you finally see.

Aimless wanderer, elected saunter, a founder’s founder, all sounds aloud.

A mesmerizing lesson, soft delicatessen, a strong vessel, an honest

message.

Rage less ponder, a closet monster, mounds of wonder, trial and error.

A strategized session, elected election, tight muscle, the strongest vessel.

Distant days, outlandish days, homeless strays, the model and the make.

A test, a fine mess, ageless, sentenced message.

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Fatma M Robinson
Fatma M Robinson
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Fatma M Robinson

Hi, everybody calls me Tina. I have many degrees, but my passion is advocating and activism for climate change, homelessness, racism, and social change. Currently, I am a Peer Counselor part-time do to my disability.

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