A 23 piece Poem Its built on 23 words Created of earth Born through the wombed-Man In the adversity of choices made In a state of unconsciousness when the concious lamented its state by then it was never late, yet waiting became the chosen stance A 23 piece Poem A 23 piece Poem Its created by 23 explosions of colliding verses unified under one son whose stride made no logic yet sensed that the blindness, the deafness the dark covering of the true eye will see the magnificence that the Galaxies hide behind their curtain shows of sparkling bits that attract the tainted soul in desperate need to fill in what is already full, if we were to only open our eyes wed see tht smile tht makes u laugh for no reason as IT IS SOOO! A 23 piece Poem A 23 piece Poem Its made from 23 hours of pure sitting in bed in the dark contemplating sleep, un movable in pose an artists dream the un movable muse, sitting in a defunked lotus pose staring at the blue crescent light room ,a point is picked by eyes tht yearn to wonder as alice did in dreams of kings and queens of hearts,jokers, mad hatters who go mad when its tea time whether its morning tea, mid morning tea, lunch with tea, after lunch tea,midday tea, afternoon tea, dinner with tea, bed tym tea phew! Thts a lot of tea,a less lively smile is noted yet unseen , dreams of dragons, princes and the inevitable pill taken and the deep fall tht brings Alice to life, its Been a while since I have been moved I have become wanting A 23 piece Poem A 23 piece poem Its a 23 word letter thts to the point, compounded in its form, wallowing in logically stale meanderings that really say absolutely nothing yet its meaning hid(e)den in its truth, a pentimento of sorts to the bygone Ages of days when we were sages in the Dome of kings and their queens, its a dreamers love letter, a casanovas plea for love in one form, the child souls tears waiting on a crossroads waiting for father to comeback so they can go home. A 23 piece Poem A 23 piece Poem It has no beginning, no body, no stanzas to jump to, no playfulness in words, no depthness to bring to the fore, it has no life nor is death its companion, its nothing and its everything at once, it careless and more so than anything you ever knew,its chocolate on a sunday afternoon, its the ocean in turmoil and in its calmness, a tiny grain of sand forming into a pearl when what you only saw was a tiny grain of sand A 23 piece Poem A 23 piece Poem Its God divide into 23 pieces Its God Formed from 23 pieces of light within darkness, its the teachings of Bhudda, the Bhagavad-Gita teachings, its all religions and none A 23 piece poem is never complete even when it is, the 23 piece poem knows nothing about life and yet speaks of lifes secrets in detail you need only read between the words you think you see, A 23 piece poem is just words, you decide what its really about.
Posted on: Tue, 12 Aug 2014 19:08:36 +0000