Wednesday, January 15, 2014

AleBushe 4

Mesye plays a prominent line in a mushy and unclear way
with soul along w/all other emotional entities
brain slipped away 
murderously accoustic, my body undulated to the thumping rhythm of music
swallowed w/ominious melody 
i gained vision peripherally
welcomed back,so, graciously to desolate me
Alone,no longer under the illusion of free
this,forlorn,for me might be destiny
entrapped by the irony, of the music of the spheres
invision me ,
i feel more lucid with every invasion of  replay on my ears
what a cliché composition i have written
stupidly, i continued to leave 'ima taker' out of my equation
I guess,
to subside my fears
what an momentous arrangment 
such vintage 
brings, to me, tears
I need an occasion to pacify my fears
Fears, greet my lungs
seeing music swirling around in the wild heard but unsung
I can make no rhyme  nor reason for what has sprung
This numbing sameness, 
tis famous ,my dance with gravity
I am but a piece in an unspeakably absolutely,necessary puzzle
And over my heart, a fire arm muzzel
We had black and white dualism
you choose intellectualism
Bravely i fold ,against bitter cold,deprived
to be miraculously revived?
NAY,Nay, leave me
i sacrifice my wishes... i dont mind blemishes
i own my secondary hypertension
you, see,
perfect tokens lack dimension

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