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06-19-04, 03:21 PM
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A Man and his words
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A Man and His Words. Deadly Vision Scattered and broken dreams, it matters not tho it seems.. Writers block is just a prism of battered unfocused beams.. I relish in the premanitions, witnessin the depictions.. Of a child bearing my visage, the fruits of my prediction.. Only my opinionated gestures seeking pleasurous measures.. As entertaining as the Jester, however stressin the pressure.. Basically, what I'm saying is unable to write is dazing, amazes me.. Chasing and lacing me with knowledge, still what is facing me?.. I offer only protection, brainstormin but who answers the questions.. Without my Pen & Pad as a guide, I guess there are no suggestions.. The Great Harold Eyes wander the room, searching for stimulation, To help make run wild…my subdued imagination. Sitting in my basement, hearing the hum of my modem, Glancing in awe at poems and wishing I had wrote them. A 1000 screwed up papers, clogging up my bin, As my attempts at brainstorms, are nothing but mere wind. Searching from within, for concepts that are awesome, So they can be recommended, in the legendary forum. Anticipating the moment, of golden lecture that I write, Ruined my Monday afternoon so much, it’s now Wednesday night. Its beyond now a fight, it’s a point I need to prove, That I can take poetry in motion, and actually make it move. Eyes wander the room, searching for stimulation, Back to square one, with even more frustration. My patience is wearing thin, I’m at the end of my tether, Seems I’ll never drop a dope piece, let alone a piece…EVER?! DeLeon tryin to get on the right track.....like religious men to heaven...a cancerous form has takin storm on my head like the war on terrorism.....a sudden outbreak...a plauge consuming a city.....my thoughts are an increasing death toll and has them doomed in self pity.....think back to 9/11 to the buildings the planes were flown......ideas being erased like the towers becoming a heap of paint and stone.... my suggestions are like sunlight....cant quite get through the blinds...I dont know whats going on Upstairs like murders pleading insanity to homicidal crimes....Beats blastin in the background tryin to get a chainreaction started.....cuz like family sex...everything im spittin is coming out retarded... Last edited by Apotheosis : 06-25-04 at 03:52 AM. |
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