Juices flowing emotions rolling, forces- my forces. a recognized notion; motion a flow of ideas and ideals.
Not to mention the utopia of my synapses, I’m relapsing in my own; your voice an interception my inception. Don’t falter my perception; u alienate my world put a worldly footprint in my soil; my soul; who gave you so much power? I’m embowered by your remarks I’m empowered by both and mark my words… Cause they are the basis; so basic so face it ; like a father to son faults, a daughter to moms doubts . I honour shouts-pity pouts at least bring voice to your demons. Your noise a nuisance yet healing. At most your choice a burden but unfurling a truth. Which in any other way would be as brutal not cruel - a fool would walk around water, a fool would dive in to drown. So either scenario not sound. I’m unbound by love and pieced together by love. So two negatives’ not a plus but I plus enough to trust, In dusk and dawn to each his own. Love for one and only the rest their prob-lem. I don probe for crabs or fish for bad. I dish food and feed the sad. The lonely homely the covered strong. And for the uncovered I struck a cord. My armour brittle but my voice my voice my sword. I speak on what I feel simply on my accord. Dare I not dare I fall for you fall outta place. I stand. I stand strong. And its crazy but in this world baby I Stand alone.
No comments:
Post a Comment