I took the script tying to save it with knitted words and stitching that are grammatically smothered
all over the wall of dead poetry.
Line for line it looks like the healing will never be done in time.
The heart is missing multiple veins and arteries while the kidney is swinging in and out of life like
that swing in the public park.
Blood vessels stringed and cringed as they gasp their last from the few drops they can get.
The intestines are tied in a neat little bow as if they are a bow tie, tying down the stomach and
waistline as if it is a fitness belt.
The skin is turning pale from the lack of oxygen inhaled by the broken nose that was smashed into
the skull when it fell to the floor.
The throat cannot swallow because the tonsils are swollen like birthday balloons ready to pop as
soon as the situation is gloom.
Body hairs have disappeared like the cancer in remission for a minute hoping things will get better.
Vocal cords cannot say a word as they are held hostage by the mute who has them by the throat.
The ribbed bodyguards are smashed wide open as if they were a strike from bowling pins.
The spinal cord is in a spiral as if it were a spider up on the wall.
Reproductive parts are firing blanks as the ***** are netted in the top corner by the best striker in the
world.
The blood shot eyes are the sponges that soaked up all the blood that is supposed to be channelled
through the vessels.
The limbs are spread all over trying to hold together the world that is so apart.
The brain is splattered all over the canvas hoping everyone can get a piece of mind from this art

As I sit behind these words of mine, I flashback to the time when I didn’t even know how to say hi.
I live an imprisoned life of words that are known and unknown.
I wonder if I’ll ever escape this self-imprisonment.
Guess I’ll just have to be a mute then.
I am tired of uttering lies from my cell that hurt people that I love.
Come to think of it, there is no one that I hate.
Dishing out my words on a plate I wonder who just ate.
My teeth vibrate every time I talk nonsense.
My tongue curls in when I speak out of place.
My eyes roll back when I’ve taken too much word crack.
My stomach grumbles because it cannot take such ***** rubble.
Is this why I tend to fumble?
Whenever I’m around correctness, I feel at peace with my presence.
This puts a smile on my inner essence.
All my senses jump for joy whenever I feel heaven.
Wow, I feel like a kid again, who just turned eleven.
Guess heaven is so great that it makes an adult feel like a kid again.
All praises go to God.
For he can turn any odd situation that try to lead me to separation of my ambitions.
I love it when I feel like this; I wish I could feel like this for all days.
Every day.

I loved you when you smiled.
I loved you when you cried.
I loved when you spoke.
I loved you when you opened your eyes.
I loved you when you were weak.
I loved you when you were strong.
I loved you when you were *****.
I loved you when you were clean.
I loved you for your heart.
I loved you for your mind.
I loved you for your style.
I loved you for your hair.
I loved for when you said hi.
I loved you when you said bye.

In the end, I still love you.

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.
From dusk until dawn.
I will always miss you in the morning.
From the first yawn, until the last yawn.
There will never be a same morning.
As I live every day with caution,
I ask that you give me the eyes of warnings.
I ask that you give me the hands for soothing.
As my life is craving for greatness.
I wish to rectify all my mess.
Let my deeds give me no stress.
As I walk on this broken glass.
I see myself clearly in a broken mirror.
Why can’t I see myself in a good mirror?
I am however thankful that my imperfections
Make me a perfect human.
As I make mistakes that I learn from when I’m young.
These words are beginning to take form in
My tongue.
I am however that different human.
Who just wrote his eulogy in poetry.
As hip hop artists would say this is another regular
16.