dYsLeCTic virtuosity


Morning is when time forgets space.
Night is when gravity remembers mass.
One love for every star lost in a black hole is my mind bighter than the third blue diamond.
U will never have the courage to cry my name out loud louder up to the sky.
Infinite reflections of love never forgotten clouds of emptiness surrounds my visible gravitational field.
Am I schizofrenic or manicdepressive multiple or singular.
Cut a black hole through my brain vacuum through space and time distort into the fifth dimension temporal explosion imploding backwards. These are my pure words of frustration that is love perceived through madness...
Morning redifined is when hate forgets love.
One day when sleep is intuitive heavy breath of peace surrounds us.
Night is when the sun forgets the moon, that is the time when inner war is ended and all is one in the beauty of the eye of contradiction, sleepin.
A sweet girl is weepin...




Poetry by C.B.Yamba
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Written on 2006-07-02 at 06:01

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