Edges

We have become too dependent on words.
Speech is formulated...actions are always.
At the beginning of time, a vision watched with eyes fixed and actions told him stories of the dawn of man...
At dawn it dawned on man to place wood into his hand and write.
To insight riots and give jobs to those who can only express through the written word...
Oh shit, my job is poet...
and I am writing now....
but not in words...in code...

Text as a front in font of what I truly want you to see
and the finality of it all is in the underlying meaning of the underlined word.
Blurred by letters...placed one after another...meaningless unless you are literate.
Why not exist in illiteracy, reading is overrated..I rate it a 5 on a scale between 1 and infinity...but to a 3 its still a bigger brother.
Telling him he cant fit into his world...and no girls will ever want to be with him..or talk with him...
and with him, they come...and go

Slow is the child who walks on tempered soles...as our souls are connected with the universe. and the baby in untold rhetoric...can redirect your thoughts into a filter for sound and filter out intentions and directions, by listening to a single beat...the simple beat...of a heart.

So starts the man with barbaric intentions, without reason he stumbles into a white castle at 2 in the morning and without warning....well, maybe the stereotypes rang true that night, but we are taught not to judge based on stereotypes, but an eagle soars as the lion roars, and each is unto themselves what they portray...and whitewalls were filled with a beautiful red. Motherfucker blew off a head, ahead of me...in front of me,...covered in a blood drenched thought as the eagle crashed abruptly to a halt...I have been forever changed.

Charge me with blasphemy, if you think Jesus wasn't gay, or black, or child...unless god cares about such things, but I know him, and my relationship is incestuous...because he loves me, and sees me at all times and tells me that he enjoys watching...for that was the purpose of all this, a 25 cent peep show for god to jerk off too...for she seems to be forever horny, cant control her insatiable desires...but I love her. I cant tame what she is' cuz she created me...and the feelings that I have now...for her, and him.

Sometimes, I forget to dream, and then I remember that I'm not even asleep. I'm at work or in school...I guess whatever is cool that day, isn't that what I'm supposed to say...I'm lost...
I've lost all that there was...past life philosophies finally come back to me...although they are written, my mind deciphers the true meaning behind it...and I am finally free again.

Hopefully they get their decoder rings in their e-mails...

As I fade, I regret that I will never be heard...only seen as these words...and without voice to stab at you...you will exist never feeling the true bluntness of my knifes blade and fill its edge with your dripping blood.
as the heart knows, it grows weak...then suddenly
...it stops.



Poetry by TheNakedPoet
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Written on 2007-01-17 at 10:35

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