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Poetry with ADD


And yet the pen still dances along lines
Visual trances parlay among your senses
Quite dense the matter pretends to be
Fluidity abundant
Adjacent gasps and epiphany's the same
"The symphony", the name of the poetic concerto of lyrics
cabeza in sync with Bach's fingers as he invokes the pipes to life
scantily breathing, heaving thoughts to paper,
dashing forever flashing
later experiences into present moments eulogized in a past tense
FRIENDS...receive this kaleidoscope of efficiency
sufficient enough to seize the veins of science,
Handel would pity for these Is are more prominently placed
among the garden of simplicity not tumors of obscurity


Blank stares upon cleft notes
brings an agony once defined by the squeal of pigs
drained a curcuit of circumference riddled speaking
riverrun riverrun riverrun riverrun
his wake defined by 2 different beginnings and ends
determined by alternate page turning depending on the mood
thoughts betwixt a reality and a rapture
emotions captured like a polaroid
still born on the 28th day of july
still dont know why they call it december
which has no significance than to the significant that remember
slightly complex from the oedipus
absent father neurosis
necrosis forms a dwelling on the heart
like the love pays rent but the pain does naught
right back to the sheets of music
he moves this write to the back of the muse.... if she chooses
to leave a permanent stain on her brain and her spine
straddling filth destiny has rode in on a swine


hold up...im lost.......

Written by Point_Of_View


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