Inside my head there is a place
awaking the purpose to write
like incisions on a platter of a golden sizzor
Cutting in time wasted where it could be used in skills practice
to free a prisoner of rest
Like legos we stack purpose
And speeches never frail
There are times of a nothingness
for ink flows and poetic thoughts
yet naturaly words yell at my window for spills
a welcoming and re-entering
Paving for my souls exertion
editing exact details
carrying in a song in my psalms
I dont live in the gift
the gift lives in me
touring like a concert to sooth
or even to feel
Like a record playing on repeat
This is my mental obsession
© S.T. Rebel of Eden
Jan 3, 2015
Jan 3, 2015 at 4:38 PM UTC
Inside my head there is a place
awaking the purpose to write
like incisions on a platter of a golden sizzor
Cutting in time wasted where it could be used in skills practice
to free a prisoner of rest
Like legos we stack purpose
And speeches never frail
There are times of a nothingness
for ink flows and poetic thoughts
yet naturaly words yell at my window for spills
a welcoming and re-entering
Paving for my souls exertion
editing exact details
carrying in a song in my psalms
I dont live in the gift
the gift lives in me
touring like a concert to sooth
or even to feel
Like a record playing on repeat
This is my mental obsession
© S.T. Rebel of Eden
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