![]() mindFULL, MINDlessA Poem by WEIGHWITHWORDS![]() more word play...![]() BEING MINDFUL OF THE MINDLESS; THE SPINELESS; IS PRICELESS.
BEING ABLE TO SEE IT; ENABLES ONE TO BELIEVE IT.
THE PURPOSE, SURPASSES THE SURFACE; IT'S TOO CLOSE TO WORTHLESS.
I REALLY DO LISTEN WHEN FLOKS TALK CASUALLY; AND WATCH WHEN THEY REACT DRASTICALLY; IT ENCOURAGES AND REINFORCES MY STRATEGY.
I AM AN EYEFUL; INTENSELY NIMDFUL.
THE TICKING OF THE CLOCK, KEEPS ME SOLID AS A ROCK.
THERE WERE MOMENTS OF BLINDNESS... RANDOM S**T, MINDLESS.
BECOMING MATURE RENDERS THOSE THINGS OBSCURE; STRANGE, WRONG ATMOSPHERE; AN INCORRECT RANGE.
THE RIGHT INGREDIENTS HAVE ENTERED THE BLEND; MY MIND DOESN'T SPIN; IT ZEROES IN; WEIGH WITH WORDS FROM THE PEN.
I STAY MINDFUL OF THIS FACT; MINDFUL THAT I'M BLACK; TO BE MINDFUL IS PROGRESSION MINDLESS IS TO FALL OFF TRACK. © 2015 WEIGHWITHWORDS |
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