To Feel The Untouchable ("Iz U Feelin' My Abstract?")
Ms.Skillz4daze:L.M.(2003)

You sit there,
watching, wondering, waiting for my head to move up or down
Still, no confirmation or opposition in my expression will be found
See,
One sees a house, another sees a mouse
And another just sees a bunch a dots
Picture Picasso's painting
but in poetics or what not...
*cling* *zzzzz* *clingggg* *zzzz*
Static, the static, the static
Congregating in the heights of my crown,
Ereceting a gate
That goes up with every let down
It goes down for nothing,
It just stands there, so solid, yet still intangible, yes
But though invisible, it is something the wise refuse to test
They simply know better..
The first phonetic letter
On my heart, making the reprecussions tear me apart
Oh the bleeding heart, the bleeding heart
Simultaneously, still, my will refuses to be broken
For my existence is but a circle, yes.
It remains unbroken
It remains unbroken
It remains unbroken
Mantras reaffirming my good nature..
The silence reverberates, protesting the thoughts of it all
Slowly but surely,
The silence becomes so very loud
It is beyond excruciating to the soul
Pained pride proceeds
Soliciting silent screams
Screaming silently
Screaming silently!
Screaming SILENTLY!
Pissed off-ness pausing politeness,
Haulting hospitality, hoovering hostility, hooivering hostility
Apathetic, anti-apologetic, anti-"all-good"
If
I
May
Now
Take
A
Deep
Breath

*inhale*

*exhale*

Pungent puns, piercing praising ponders
The seeker of wisdom wanders
No turning back, no back turning...
Predicting patterns, perceiving possibilities
Satire seeping
Through a heart that is weariliy weeping
Albeit, the finders are still finding
While the losers are still weeping
Uninhibited frustration spraying, sparing nothing
Stabbing
Stumbling,
Stumbling,
Stumbling
Falling over full fledged floods of consciousness and flooded conscience, too
Conscience collidin'
Dividin' decency and deceit, diverting differences
Smothering specifics
A mockery of melancholy
Symmetry smithered
Oooooh
Ooooh
Smack, you smiten SMOOTCH!
The labor pains overshadowed by the birth I gave to the abstract,
The abstract that you can neither define nor decline
Your conscious laughs at your subconsious,
as its strength is forced to submit to the sublime..
In the abundance of that which is abstract, I subtract
All that you think you know and fill you in on that which even I have yet to define
Behold, the coexistence between the power and powerlessness of the human

wow, beautifully written, nice style, i love all the wordplay, now this is a poem!!!!! excellent piece..................1

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This doesnt look like a poem to me it looks like a big ass story. haha
but its very nice i like it.

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