Wednesday, July 28, 2010

free verse

Words are like a metaphoric knife that cuts through the skin of our souls to the pit of our emotions and bleeds out our fears.... So i use them like a surgeon would.... So i ask. " wut do u not like about ur self".... Actions are applied to the surface a seed plating hope all around... Or like a virus infecting every host in its radius to creat panic and confusion.... I got a bag full seeds but my names not jonny... And at the same time im like a mad scientist with a million test tubes... Which one isnt the virus... The actions we display are just as important as the reactions and negative/ positive actions that occur because of them. So I act like im an actor reading my actions from a script. I usually know wut should happen. But its as if were all reading a diff script. So i guess im jus improving... sum say lifes a game of chess... Well if it was then oh dang... Cuz i kant play chess.. Haha but i say lifes like a game of 21. It doesnt matter wut ur poker face is. Or how bad u want it, or even if u deserve it. Its how u play... Cheat or straight ur real its about ur the hand u recieve with every new deal.. If life was a games show its like me vs 1 million.. But instead its like that other show except the button is stuck, so i cant take the deal.... Life is real so u should get real too... Or take a serving of reality with every meal or take a shot of real expresso... Me. I inject my mind with the idea of real then sit on dock of the bay and fish for understanding.... Then I get my gun which is courage and ammunition which is ambition and look hunt for a purpose... Then i come home to acceptance, take a bath in knowledge and sleep on pain.. And wake feeling great.. If any of that makes sense...

1 comment:

  1. great poetry man! i like how you keep your rhymes organic. keep it up!

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