![]() Tes Tos Ter OwnA Poem by Conrad Wrobel![]() Dunno, random thoughts.![]()
My thoughts are fixed. My words are broken. My eyes are wide with the establishment of matter upon matter. Soliloquies dart from my fingertips in white flames. A diesel engine hums my inner vibration is no singular entity, but a choir of voices shouting out all their things, knowledge, knowledgeable, screams my inhibitions. My exacto-knife purges clean my disgruntled brain onto table-edge falls of from my paper the words spill like syrup or honey out of the darkness hole. Suppose I know where all of us go, but I won't say. Soliloquies pour from my pores as sweat from a hurricane, novacane, no such sane-ity can bear the truth I dare to swear. Soliloquies. Point. Match. Light the fire and feed the flames of anything, everything I can say, could say, won't say for withdrawal symptoms of misunderstanding. © 2008 Conrad Wrobel |
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Added on February 13, 2008 Author![]() Conrad WrobelEastsound, WAAboutIt's lonely in my mind...may I step into yours for a second? I write comedy, scripts, and poetry. I dream of being a successful stand up comedian, and will eventually have something of that nature po.. more..Writing
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