war
Terrorism or Revelation?
Finding something that just sounds perfect
sounds perfect but it’s so hard to hit the right notes
words don’t always arrive the same way they left and sometimes they get lost like a ship at sea
how do I rearrange my thoughts to keep me on course
I listen to music to focus my eyes on the line but it’s more than just about the line
it’s about each syllable
and each page
from images to paper
translation becomes a task of understanding yourself
when I open the dictionary I find the keys to my soul
they give my thoughts power and weight
I can say illusion and you know I’m talking about something fake
I can say fake and you know I’m talking about most of my life
when I was a child I used to think my life was like The Truman Show
silly thoughts thought some that were produced by an imagination in overdrive
daydreaming worlds of me and a princess flying on a magic carpet
flying through the city streets at night as a superhero what was I thinking?
who would want that responsibility?
I want to move but have nowhere to go and everytime I point myself in a direction everybody says I’m going the wrong way
W-Bomb heading for metropolis
split syllables
nuclear rhymeschemes
metaphors to break the bars
and similes to rip the seams
reality used to be real to me
dream scenes of broken dreams
flying from the boss I could never beat
waking up I wake into life
wishing for another chance to sleep
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#NaPoWriMo Day 17: Freedom, Let it ring!
I never knew there
was a price on freedom
or that we had to ask
who knew we needed them
can’t I just walk without a reason
I’m leaving home
without a question
#NaPoWriMo Day 11: Acrostic
Friendly fire shoots down my wisdom
Reeling from the thoughts I’m chasing
Enemies serve me a beautiful platter
Escargot, but they never told me what I’m eating
Draped robes and naked women
Obscured vision but I still see the skeletons
Magnetic masks pull me away from freedom