Life

By Phil Rosie Gioldasis
On the cuff as to fly like a kite.
As an environment all round about.
Like an uproar a voice like disorder.
Influenced standing like an good egg.
Accompaniment unitedly concurrent in dire.
Boasting a blow hard of unity of amusement.
While dispersed mustered out an not liberated.
A parlor of pink jolly jovial cozy courtesy.
Populating like distant land in which we live.
Cultivating for distantly widely durable.
Like a cluby social control Marxist critique.
Rising through baptism beings that liken none.
That of kindness and of love to weigh in thought.
For kindness to be shown and debt amputated.
Continue to flourish as the skeleton frail.
As Lee Iacocca played as social hero cherished.
A voice of that of many to say I did not speak.
Like a bow that has been stretched to its limit.
Like a child humbled by innocence gone back.
To be awakened like intimacy to spring farther.
Never to be pulled away by death and life