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A hustle flow, trips to Buffalo, Women annoyed by bricks, in contrast to when the cabin air hits her lips. You wonder why i do this ? I do this because I find it therapeutic for all my enthusiast to love my poetry, you stupid, my brain faster than cray computers,

This tone this poem's micro processor is submerged in cryogenic fuelers on some rude **** because you better not use it or confused it.


Her voice is my music.

 She's a Mortal atomic element

her circular third eye sees all ingredients

,  Atlantis was surrounded by four sea walls,  reading one fourth of the library of Alexandria before it was burned to the floor, every time she draws I see the shapes of sacred geometry I wish I can see more, before it gets lost. As we start reminiscing about the scripts that was written before the beginning. Can't even count the art I expended so far ,I don't really write anymore it's been so long I wish the clock will hurry up and tick, understand I'm timeless to this ****. You wanna laugh now and cast your belligerent doubt? I will show you what poetry is really about. The more pretentious the more apprehensive the sentence! Your time equals a purchase, these verses have perennial purpose, these other writers are worthless when it comes to me approaching the podium, I delivered my encomium, to a selected few, see I don't like compliments because it's counterproductive to my mood, but that's just you being you. I rather you learn off me and tell me what your about to do, about to create, weld and shape. Close your eyes , ritualize relax your spine ,without trying you can shift your mind.  It is my understanding  when I'm high I'm channeling but when I'm with people who can't "be" I'm animal handling. What is jean determine to ascertain for himself? There's a proverb that goes one should know thyself before one can know the world, so I showed myself. Checkpoints require all concentration I can muster, submitting specifics about the operation I'm running, but no details are public.  I've apologized, but I can't change who I am , I've tried to change the future but you can't budge the past. Jude, our uniforms match so we look the same from the sky, the only time you see a difference is when we die. An unrelenting  pace creating the main route sulfuric nitric acid burns through the labyrinth you need to take action rigid hommagnized metal I mix words that shouldn't happen.........................
Let go of the stress man I was deeply depressed so famish in fact I needed to rest. I found a link between the inner deity and myself. Owning specialization doesn't require special explanation this information is my interpretation The poetical series of compositional arrangement cavemen cave in to this statement. Nowadays it's all about the "catch phrase" I'm dis-infatuated with writers they sound so foolish and basic. Thread by thread sitting at the table to make this. Simple sensations are fragile so how will they battle? Just like nature surrounded by the unnatural.  The light brightens more and more your muscles tight and sore lobotomize the audience with my origin. My metaphoric euphoria.
Imagine nature as a female aka mother Gaia and I'm watching her;  looking after her as the unworthy try to flow to her vibration I sit there watching her play them lol.
Responses about your hair spirals. To remind you always be mindful. Her eyes lifted. It glows like my spirit. lips puffing like blunts. Acoustic imagery shoulders relaxed no stress over my enemies no distant can limit me. No distance can limit us. Through mastery of the mental, he was able to see what the past and future civilizations have been through. The gallery of my art is locked away in the ark. A tolerable period. Exposed in a poem. External experiences. Reflecting whats inside you. Inside of all, inside of these walls. These secrets are dead to the modern day mind.........
If I wasn't a writer I think I would be uh, a total psychological mess.
"Those who create literature know first hand how difficult creating it can be........." @Jeancarlo_ochosi
Poetical lunacy. My brain plays it as a movie. A human being who speaks so fluently. Suffering from symptoms that turns us into maniacs. Slavery isn't over it just took a new alias. The data repository establishment of maintenance almost turned me into an atheist scared of aliens. Why should I write? When I can make a better living, selling freeze dry venom to wild life clinics. See I hate being a predictable bore, when you get used to me you wont love me no more. My final soliloquy of the eternal paramour. Transcending beyond the flesh and the blood because this is just level one. Finding the answers they did not know. Maybe Edger Allen Poe description of El dorado is not so? The world is trapped in a bubble but it did not phase us a student over zealous I would rather learn it now than learn it later.
So am I crazy for knowing what I know and attempting to write about it? It's like a secret relationship when you find knowledge from the books you've read and yet I have no one to share it with =[…
She believed in love at first sight but had always been disappointed.





He believed that all females are good looking but the soul is the only way to prove their individualism.
Harness the power of the chakra describing what I see in the process stone Amazonian statues surrounded by unknown objects. She told me about invisible trees, then told me how she can create a universe all she needs is one thousand trillion trillion degrees. Distorting the time line, the grand architect the relative radiance of the sky. Comparative sharpness among artists, if you still worshiping money I think you are Godless. Always remember. It's her agenda. No corruption no destruction no budget because politics and perjury bring out the worst of me. Battling my shadow with no media coverage. See i don't want it. I'm rarely seen in public. Basic instructions. Test driving my principle findings sometimes I double the writing as I design a new style of rhyming. I see all their movements. I can't live with the same *******. So what will I become? The spider web nest has been spun. The invisible tree. And me defending it with new alloys in the year 2023. All these poets ain't saying nothing. Matter of fact they have no constituent function. This poem is an alternative route. I used to call names out but it's played out. Have patience. She will give you verification for her space station infrared spectral observation before you take a break. I need you to list and name them. This is from my heart. Listening to Mozart  In space there's unknown floating parts creating unknown art. To be this consistent is a sickness persistent writing with conviction she made all these predictions I'm just documenting what I witnessed.
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