Tuesday, November 25, 2014

POEM ATTEMPT2

TIME'S MEANING TO HAVE NO END
WORDS MEAN NOT UNTIL HALF SPENT
BREAKING AND CRAWLING UP SPINES OF LIGHT
MAINTAINING TO MAINTAIN AND HOLD TIGHT
CAREGIVER OF THOUGHT RIPS PRESENCE 
PRODUCER OF HORRIBLY IMAGINATING MACHINES
TAKING DOWN FORMS OF LITERAL ESSENCE ALONE 
AND CAPTIVATING BELL JARS INTO TANGIBLE BEAMS
STAR LIGHT TO STAR FLY TO BE GONE OR HIGH
WRITTEN DOWN PATTERNS WITH FLAMES IN THE SKY
SOLAR WAYS TO CREATE WEAPONS SUPER INFUSED
FUSES SO LONG THEY WILL NEVER BE USED
AT LEAST NOT IN THIS LIFE THE NEXT OR THE LAST
OR EVER AGAIN IN THE FUTURE OR PAST
WHATS PASSING ABOVE HAS BEEN WRITTEN IN STONE
ALREADY A PLUG IN THE JACK DIALED HOME
SO SICKENLY SINISTER ITS FOUND DEADLY BEAUTIFUL
THE MIND OF TWO SPIRITS CONJOINED ON MUTUAL
ONLY ABSENCE OF THE OTHER KILLS
NOTHING VISIBLE UNTIL IT SPILLS
LAUGHTER BREAKS OUT AND THE COTTON WALLS BURN
SINS SO OUTRAGEOUS GOD'S STOMACH TURNS
DEFYING A BREED LAYED OUT ELITELY
ROLLS OFF THE TONGUE AND LIPS SO SWEETLY
GET IT IN DEEP OR PREY ON MY SOUL
BURIED ALIVE YET SURVIVE AS A WHOLE
NO HALFWAY TEMPTED HESITANT REALIZATIONS
LIKE ANY THE HALF-MINDED GUYS OF THIS NATION
WHAT LEGENDS ARE MADE OF MAKES UP WHAT'S A MAN
CLEARLY A LOT ON THE MIND BY THE GRANDS
OF BATTLES MAKING PAIN UNSTABLE BECOME BEARABLE

CUZ MENTALLY... SPIRITUALLY... I'M STILL HOLDING YOUR HAND.

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