6 by 6 – it will… transfix?

My goal of six is quite sublime, E’en if I have to rhyme with ‘slime’.

Click on the Moon

If only…

Really, my friend, I so wish you could see; You are as firm as your nameplate to me.

Those should have been mine to cry

We heroes need some “me” time, too; I have a life past saving you.

I used to dream of invisibility… or flight.

With so limited a vista, no wonder I haunt you! I’ve nothing better to do.

Great Waves of contradiction meet in foam, the after-spray falls cool and wet on your face.

The ladder takes me up to where? A too-small portal waiting there.

I now own my road
And revel in its
redemptive reality.

And that will make all the difference.

And since you don’t get it,
You shouldn’t get This.

Now I can go about my day with relative peace of mind. Everything is relative.

At first, the whispers are few and quiet.

I’ve heard that stupid is as stupid does; so I am done with “doing” stupid now.

Freedom is strange… New.

Run, walk, crawl, and ALWAYS be open to go someplace you didn’t plan. You might have been given a faulty map at the start.

Doesn’t matter – I’m the writer; I can do whatever’s fun.

Of course I want to be the best; I’m programmed to achieve

All is Chaos – Yet Structure and Purpose will always be found Within.

CONTROL is my Achilles’ heel, you see; I like to think that I can call the moon.