In possession
Of an intellect
Able to rise above
The ceiling of limitations

Emotional constructs
Binded by a need for love
Our hearts and minds
Do so push and shove

The mind's eye
So blindedly enlightened
The permanent waves
Of social, spiritual
Political devices

Still the sparks
Gleam from those
Beautiful creative eyes
Dreams turn ink
Into passion pinks
Crimson nights
And hues of unspoken blues

Through neural passageways
We share a common design
To create a world
In the intelectual
Poetic's mind.

One year
five months
gone
insanity
apon myself
I've slipped
into nothing
why on earth
am i still here
gone
my mind is telling me
HEY
somethings wrong
but yet
I still go on
gone
thats where i belong