Parental Advisory

Hear Ye. Hear Ye. Here we propose to posit prose poetry
forming a form of continuous connectivity,
to communicate considerable contemplative reflectivity.

Simply put, we pose this where
prose poetry is what you’ll hear
when wondering where the time went
while reading such rhyme wonderments
as oft are wrought, and revealed thusly,
each whit of wit written Hieronymously.

Guess Aesthetics



It takes a while to think things out, to contemplate and stew, 
because every time one looks at things is another point of view. 
So, applied right here, within this sphere, are such guess aesthetics
as those oft found bound in books about business and ethics. 

If you had a million bucks, I can guess what you'd do, 
because I guess I'd do pretty much the same thing as you. 
We’d spend some of it just for fun, I guess. We’d pay some bills,
and use it as a lever to address financial ills. 

I've a sidekick predeliction to my diction, and my speech 
suggests that I'm ingesting cheese and crackers when I preach. 
So I've devised this, and advise all reading to take note 
of everything you'd think to say, if this was yours to quote. 

If this was yours to quote, devote some time and energy 
to non-zero sum freedoms in dynamic synergy. 
Give yourself some credit. Edit as you see fit, lest
what you say betray someone by bearing a false witness.