Spoken

i am not sure the motive, but it is never a bad time for poetry

Spoken and resting I have not released my brains input on words in a few months.

At least that is what it feels.

What has it been nine weeks? That is just my hunch..

Feels like nine months has it really been that long. It has been a while.

I been watching the evolution of this life transform I have impregnated not only a book and pieces of paper I am expecting one day in this life a child.

As political agendas get more ignorant and rhetorical I have now killed people out of my life. As I now cover them in dirt in the confines of my minds mind on top reads let your soul free. It is topped off by flowers.

I call it flour...

I have been getting in tuned with myself realizing that things that I desire have to come later while others come faster at the blink of an eye rather than soon.

Although it seems that this continues to destroy our futures ways.

As I realize that as not all people but most people infuses my rage.

As they talk away..

As I try to walk away.

No longer on this hell like ride do I desire to stay.

People talk about the famous like they know them.

Do you think they talk about us like we do them?

Do most think that they sit down and focus on what we are going to do next.

When in actuality they continue on with what they are going to do with their future or how they can rewrite their past, or what is going to happen in the next upcoming days.

Simon says live another life..

Think of a new...

Live your own phase....

I say live for the here.

Die for tomorrow.

Earn you way..

The hell with the word borrow.

Did I say Simon?

No need to I let no one control my mind as I want my biological clock to continue to tick I want to enjoy every second of laughter, pain, and tears that I have left while I am able to stay.

So follow my words...

I will follow you...

I have your back and with this knife I will cut the tension and the s**t with it instead of your bones and blood that most would watch it grow through.

So I will now say goodbye to the regret.

The sickness...

I have formulated a plot and plan to fix this chemistry equation known as my life.

I am now the chemist...

As I remain the Christ that is Anti...

I shall now live more for the opportunity that the question why?

I will let poetry run through my veins.

Take the fact of being the odd in a crowd of good as a compliment instead of strange. Its been a minuet since I have been back out there.

Its has been a minuet since my heart has been broken.

A minuet since my words have been written maybe even nine months or weeks again till I do it again. Although at this moment in time you can now say I have spoken.

`ModestWords~  

Reviews

[November Gold]

damn. This was deep, and emotional filled. I felt it all, agression, sadness, rage, complacency...whew, terrific write!