coming to terms

Artistic free rant thing or is it? seriously let me know. i have no clue

Its a coming to terms,
with reality and yourself in said-reality
Its a passive beautiful reflective reality,
and the formula works everytime.
Its like a game of four square.

Kids out in the yard.

Ball gets checked in your corner,
look to your left, see yourself walking away,
look to your right see yourself ready to play for the wrong reason.
Look ahead see your selfing facing yourself, losing yourself, absolving yourself,
and you always win.
There is no I in team.
But I am in everything.
Good to remember.

Four corners of thought
one gets lost
the other thought
the third is not
and the fourth one always was.
Gemoetry is a funny little game.
never stops.
can fight it.
cant beat it
join it then ya f**k.
overall has all things covered.
Stop worrying.
Enjoy your life.'
Personify people as places as things as a means to make me think of them.
I want to think like you and you and you and you and you and you and especially you.
One key know be,
easy e
effortless sea
of words to weave
but where to start,
not that I'm concerned with the heart,
but rather the place it starts,
so don't leave it sitting in the dark,
if its seen the light,
then I suppose it wouldn't matter
by the time you could see it.
Inandoutandin.
Don't need to cope or doubt about it  its about to blowwwwwwwwwww.

I haven't seen your eyes in a long time.

Love itloveit,
Plutonically I love the f**k outta ya.
How does one keep the f**k in?
Idk!!! not with all this love!!!

How does one suck a f**k?
well first of all,
don't suck the fun out of this one.
The fun only comes around.....

Once every go around or so...
and so it goes.
Yah no?

Dahahah

Lulzdulzdudsspuds
gibberishshmibberish

cuckoo
clock
is cracked

could you give me the time back?
lulz

Hysterical,
everythings a joke to you,
in hindsight.
Everyones got another to prove.
Like these damn triangles we abused!!!

My right angle
your right angle
see how easily i move?

not a sound to penetrate though,
black ink
white paper
bleeding the instant you do.
Now who am i speaking through?
Faith holds all the clues.

Faith based scatterment of clues,
i trust the first words
because they seemed somehow
the furthest and closest to me.
and I knew after the choice,
that it was truly i who made the choice.
Thats where God and I honestly discuss all things
with mouths that don't move,
behind closed transparent doors,
and when his mouths began to move i lost my eyes
and when he began to speak i lost my ears,
and when i lost myself,
through faith,
i found myself exactly where i left me.

I suppose faith really,
is just,
i believe in whatever the f**k is going on,
because thats how i got here in the first place.
The fact that i can seperate a bee sting from  a speck in my eye
doesn't mean i can see any clearer,
or further than you.
Or that I really have anything more to lose.
An allergic reaction
in hindsight so small.
Size doesn't matter
except when it does.
yeah,
now I know.

It was always difficult for me to measure things in terms of time,
i relation to people,
on anyone else's terms.

verbatim
is a genuine time waster.
and moreover,
a soul crusher for sure.
its like soul train getting crushed between souless trains,
but i still got it.
ha

Reviews

[Shaquana Adams]

To be honest I think this poem is addressing everything and anything, but I am not sure lol. Nevertheless, I like the parts where I know what you mean. The other parts are blurry, but funny.