They said,
I live amongst the unseen,
I run wild like a gray cloud
That rains sunshine
And hope under the storm
That a mob could cook up,
But the smell only tickles from the chimney top.
They call them the cowards and humble
Who live like flowers that blossom to pieces
Left, to ripe and continue to flow the cycle.
My existence was just but human,
Full of lust like a desire to have the thigh of a chicken
So tender I knew what love was not,
I saw a vision to a time I tell you.
I…
Existed to feel the blood only pump through my veins
With no will to testify,
I lived amongst the disturbed and unseen
I was displaced in the odds of the truth of life you could not get a glimpse of.
The color of an apple is nor dripping red, like *** on the edge on a hot chilly night
Because I was just but human to the point
It was indeed.
As my father once told me
Fear is a friend while hate is a story,
Concur your weight and curve the other to your imagination
And see like the rest
Be the coward like the snakes that slither
Around you like emblems they desire,
Humble yourself to the sky
For there is no limit and soar like the wind for
You’re not the bird that follows but
Understands that life could be history
And you will forever be
JUST BUT HUMAN!
1000 Signatures.
Poet Kiri.
©Hansmind, 2017
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