Sparkles, everywhere we look
Feels like the world is spinning around us
Stars falling down the sky in loops
Like your sparkly whispers surrounding us
Telling me it's time I open my eyes
Realizing I was dreaming all this time

The floors swallow me whole as the world keeps twisting my guts out,
That’s the only feeling of peace that I know of.

I can’t stop the constant spinning of my head, I rather just twist it off.

Twist twist twist the bolt fell off, no more spinning anymore.

Finally walking thru the blood filled streets, with a mind that stands still

I see the goblins running around,
scumming for trash and heads to give to the king.

The king that sits on the throne of heads,
just laughs as he crushes them underneath his fat filled ***.

I’m tired of the fantasy of peace, let me twist the head just back on.

It was End
( younger )
( sooner )

Poets write poetry sharing
wisdom of roads not taken
their gray brain sprouts multicolored flowers
of visions seeking love
splattered by remnants
of great lovers past
ankored daggers
in heart
Lovers paint their own ark
A poets spinning top is art
lasting longer as it may
their name De Plume
may dictate ageless
candor
but their tops spinning
out off ballance
topples and falls;

Poets and lovers notice
people aren't tops,
karma cause and effect
Action innaction
dictates
the inevitability of
their top's last spin,

Even of poetry
What may last forever?
new poets are birthed 
like seasons do
returning thus
the spinning top
  of poets and lover's vise.
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By: Karijinbba
All Rights.

I am not my words,
Nor am I the letters from which they are formed;
I am a beating drum,
A cacophony,
A riot keeping pace with mortal time;
Spinning order thriftily,
So as not to cheapen the divinely proclaimed language of the soul.