I began to think myself
Special in an expanse of odd,
Where nothing can stay
Only whispers in a mist....

Speak your desire,
Touch my soul to begin
Its proper growth and expose me,
I only speak of that which
Ignorant cannot fathom,

And the soul is a yo yo,
Life on a string of theories,
Swaying to the whistle
And play of God's plan.

Take note the proper
Posture of denial,
Where all things end in laughter,
And I get the joke.

Because we are not where
We once were and can break
A mold,
When a poet goes into action
And becomes his words the
World will not allow it.
The audacity of the poetic
Gesture turning into a romantic
Reality,

******* world,
I break the mold of your mud,
Fake your way out of this;
I win because you tried to stop me.
Swallow the bitter pill,
Rabbit holes go only so deep,
My poem is an eternal univetse
My life in a blink has become a stanza
Lasting longer than the world and
Its game of nothing.

Death may come,
But i live on in defiance,
I never failed myself
And my actions became a poem,
******* world,
Im living a poetic gesture
And raise my *******
On victory.

I was the fish
This fat fish who was
Floundering about in ocean
Met another fish
Only he's a eel
I reeled into him
Now hooked to his emotions
I was this sour bait