Complexed

About the self.

On the search for purpose upon this earth 

create the verse thats just symbols n sounds

reciting from my bag of flesh of chemical compounds

circuit board pumpin 1's and 0's

thru my vessels complexed as I tremble

thru my inner temple as my software begins its affair

thoughts of death fumbling around my entity searching for

lust before my ashes turn to dust returning to earths crust

and the memories beginning to rust in the skulls 

that were dear to me serotonin couldn't find myself

maybe just trying to find myself thru someone else

but never did my mind was an unread book so dusty upon the 

shelf. 

Author's Note

Slam Poetry

Reviews

[Stephen]

lust before my ashes turn to dust returning to earths crust
and the memories beginning to rust in the skulls

~~ I like this poem much ~~ you`ve a great way letting your feelings go out the heart. Great job!

[Ryan Moore]

Thanks again. Feel free to share my stuff!

[Stephen]

Pleasure! Do you write stories, if may I ask you?

[Ryan Moore]

I have a mini story thing on my profile called silence something, but mostly slam poetry

[Sami Khalil]

A powerful write. Thank you for sharing...:)....................

[Ryan Moore]

Thanks for the read!

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome.......