Who knew that life could be so, Ummm, like you’re being filled in the blanks, may I be so Frank to say that love stinks at times end, and that lack of care is comforting to all the cells in the membrane, some things are meant to be said, and some things aren’t meant to be uttered or synched in the brain to even think, deep down inside we’re all linked, and when the chain’s connection is set to be broken, which hoop will stay whole long enough to watch the other break off and get lynched, is it me or is it you, I must be in a dream, I need a pinch, a kick or a scream, so that I can escape this trance and unlock me from the gleam in your eyes, that sometimes I despise, yet I remain mesmerized against all odds and my better judgment, I’m caught up in your rapture from just a few long stares & short glances.
A: Pipoetry By: Randy P.
“Long Stares & Short Glances” is A Pipoetry by: Randy Pipman (c) Copyright Pipoetry 2013, All Rights Reserved
I’m Pharaoh Pip, I'm a syndicated blogger for Witish. I’ve been writing pretty much all of my Life, everywhere that I've gone, all that I’ve seen, things that I’ve heard, things that I've experienced, felt and thought of--all goes in to my writing process.
I’m constantly writing and jotting down ideas & concepts in my head, a lot of that data is stored for long periods of time before they ever turn into rhythmic words in a sentence.
Therefore the process of writing is always therapeutic for me; to get those things off of my chest into existence is like sharing my WiFi connection with you, that’s why my writings are somewhat all over the place subject matter wise. I don’t consider myself the quote end quote this type of writer, that only writes this type of way, I just like to write from the heart. What ever God puts on my Spirit the heaviest, I write about. Selah