believe
that you can surely shuffle your miserable untested
vocabulary into never been heard before combo’s,
believe
your insights have never transversed in my blood stream,
a poem unheard, yours, a transfusion of not-my-blood type
believe
you are special in life, in love, in pain, in sad madness,
only you can feel primarily and primitive, all of us, tertiary
does the optimist mock you?
most certainly not.
achieve
poems are allusions, born each time, first time, summary illustrations
of eyes, mouth, all your sensations together, make a messy birth canal
achieve
your first is our first as well, make the risk-taken a celebration,
newness is a gift unique, bond us to your children issue nouvelle
achieve
with insolence of the blind beggar, a teasing teaspoon of outrageous
good fortune, a fist hammering breakthroughs of pain and glory
N.B.
my words have been tasted by thousands of thousands,
a fleeting glory that is instantly lost to the crumbling
dissatisfaction that all that your needs, your findings, solutions,
the breaking of the chains of your boundaries, drawn by imposition,
the fragility of the lines that contour your image, make you nothing, are nothing more than just another poet which is the most,
most glorious honor one can proudly bestow upon oneself
Nov 7, 2019
Nov 7, 2019 at 6:49 PM UTC
believe
that you can surely shuffle your miserable untested
vocabulary into never been heard before combo’s,
believe
your insights have never transversed in my blood stream,
a poem unheard, yours, a transfusion of not-my-blood type
believe
you are special in life, in love, in pain, in sad madness,
only you can feel primarily and primitive, all of us, tertiary
does the optimist mock you?
most certainly not.
achieve
poems are allusions, born each time, first time, summary illustrations
of eyes, mouth, all your sensations together, make a messy birth canal
achieve
your first is our first as well, make the risk-taken a celebration,
newness is a gift unique, bond us to your children issue nouvelle
achieve
with insolence of the blind beggar, a teasing teaspoon of outrageous
good fortune, a fist hammering breakthroughs of pain and glory
N.B.
my words have been tasted by thousands of thousands,
a fleeting glory that is instantly lost to the crumbling
dissatisfaction that all that your needs, your findings, solutions,
the breaking of the chains of your boundaries, drawn by imposition,
the fragility of the lines that contour your image, make you nothing, are nothing more than just another poet which is the most,
most glorious honor one can proudly bestow upon oneself