whateverA Poem by Poetic Justice...where is the conscious fight to write? to expose the pen and feel the flow? I know, with every beat of my heart and stroke of my pen, its my truth but yet again, this daily grind flith that fills my mind the epitome of fleshly feelings the dealings of the day to day that I can not escape, bound by this non physical rape purging my soul, it harder than you ink and to think, when touching your words gave me light, changed the night to day and kept me on the right path, which had many pitfalls and dips pistol whipped and unresolved I push through, as if I knew what? diddley f*****g squat missed the boat, the plane, the train fell into a place of mundane something gives, breaks, falls wishing it lives, shakes, calls... trying for tryings sake to make or break, nothing fake not in my eyes suspicion is no surprise taking days and nights out of sync blink to much time to think to much rhyme to sink think again, shrink to meter meet me, meet him, meet her shrug off negative reflections its the connections in the pool of affections splash! the ripples send to the friend on the other end connect, reflect, don't reject there's beauty in (i'm)perfect...
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Added on October 5, 2012Last Updated on November 2, 2012 AuthorPoetic JusticeAboutI haven't been around much lately. Seems life has been getting in the way. yada yada baa baa.. No one ever reads this bit..I could put something witty or trite, even a quote from someone dead .. more..Writing
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