An older poem, internally ticking poem about true love. I need work on grammer though |
If I can tell you, sell you on it, this hot bit of truth; I’m into, this sonnet I’d rock you and shock you, and make you feel new, I’m simple, I’m honest I’m lost if I just let go, release, let life flow in peace, in poem, in deceit, it’s born I’m torn, if only you adjoin this aligning joy that arose in my heart, heralded as a boy, but born as a man, held fast hand in hand we stand and start plans for a Future a time that will suture the wounds that have sliced, a hole, deep and As ice freezes, it splices the spices and sugars that make little girls nicer then boys made of spiders and snakes and fake shakes of jars of cream and peaches That starched like leeches and barks of birch trees that house the lurching Stalling, sputtering falling feelings like leaves that leave in disarray…. Always asking never taking, waiting for everything always…. To talk in verse, I walk reverse, disperse and dispense a relentless mess of stress It hurts, my nerves are coarse, unsure; I’m forced to curve this source of less Magic to have the resourcefulness of recourse and this is my divorce of all Logic and reason. The reason is of cognitive feelings, of recognizing reeling meanings I’m seemingly distraught, implored from my thoughts are answers that I never thought meant more then squat. Little more then not are they often As dark, as secrets that spark, and light the dark, illuminating a sight To behold, I scold myself for the lies I say, I hold myself in complete dismay, and pray that everything will last never fade And stay real forever for now is always everything… Stop, think, relax, relief, dispatch the speech, mismatch the streets, we travel, Watch unravel, mark the gravel as lines crossed gather, we slather the gathering masses that watch as it passes the crashes of registered and administered Lashes, it collapses in piles of rubble and bile, it dies in scattered aisles…it flies Like gasses released upon boil, it flashes in pans of hot sleet, ice flames dry it Cry, deny, devil in disguise, I try to hide the pain inside but it fades out my eyes and into you, you see it and believe its you, because it is you I can see through the dark…. light fades to the mark and the spot marked ex is where the hearth is buried I’ve scurried and hustled along this bustle way to long and now I have the patience to take it to the next level I’m ready to be settled into a routine and here it begins in the end…a new start…. taking everything…. Always…. |