Monday, February 28, 2011

Poem 59 of 365

Some'thin

The mimicking cries of frustration ponds intensely its aggravations above the left side of my right eye,
Intellectual dust chocks me violently, mildly, leaving room for spectators to dissect me childishly, as the person within me screams insanity with a slow spry.

Summersaults of devotion leave me seasick, and this mind of mine is used like a conjuring stick for love tricks, soon I’m flutter kicked in deep thought double quick.

Collection pieces of love levitates before me and I am solely forced to be used as bait,
I break plates to celebrate a confused mind at stake, and feel concerned over my ability to appreciate the many mistakes I seldom make.

Some’ thin keeps me fighting for the values I believe to run free inside me,
I believe, grew up with me and heals me when I’m hella’ weak,
Like when my asthma keeps breath from me, teasing me, storm intensely…

Magnify my stuttered difficulty and embarrass me before thee,
Take from me what you give me, which is nothin’ my emotions whisper to me.

Suppressed dignity, mind connectivity bonds the friendships given to me, so now I play to win…
And before I mutter further, I meditate and realize before my judging eyes… life, is wonderful and truly SOME’ THIN.

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