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08-24-04, 06:49 PM | #1 | ||||||
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To Feel The Untouchable
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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 |
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08-25-04, 10:26 PM | #2 | |||||
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wow, beautifully written, nice style, i love all the wordplay, now this is a poem!!!!! excellent piece..................1
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08-26-04, 08:37 AM | #3 | ||||||
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That was nice..
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Oh why thank you very much.
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08-26-04, 12:13 PM | #4 | ||||||
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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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08-26-04, 03:51 PM | #5 | ||||||
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LOL Thanks same way, Hon.
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