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RUNAWAY POETIC-SLAVE...

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Poetically travelling...
Babbling...like the curse caste down on the weary
I escape by studying wordplays, to SEE clearly
Don't fear me
I flew over the cuckoo's nest, to avoid The Kooks
But got shot-down, and crash landed in The Puss...knockin boots
She Made My Poet-Tree Shoot!
My gun jammed, while her finger was on the trigger
Drawing Blanks, I Can't Re-member...How This "Ignorance" Got Any Bigger
It was loaded with dum-dumbs...she called them s
Grave diggers...
I Can Dig It!...Can You?
My-story's a mystery, full of animals...I feel like Dr. Do-little
In a world Doin-Big
I Watch Magicians turn Holy Cows, into Molesting Little-Pigs
With Mother-Goose & The Lil Ole Lady, dictating lesbian tricks
Wondering, how many licks did it take to get all those damn bastard kids?
Uni-verse-old Fugitives...
Led by Three Blind Mice sellin, Big, Bad Wolf-tickets?
Standing on A Burning Cross Road, behind a locked-fence...so I Picket
My Jiminy Cricket told me it was a bunch of baloney
Scrambling my Eggs...with ham...
Had me Humpty Dumpty, on Pre-scribed Meds...
That's when...I Ran!
And Ran
and Ran....
I know it wasn't part of the Poetic Plan
But what was chasin my pen, I didn't Understand
My Ink Ran...
Further Away...I couldn't see the forest, but heard the bark-in-trees
Stuck with fear, live parchments freeze
Never Knowing...Roots were still growing
My Souls Rhythm ran, as stagnant rhymes kept flowing
Spiralling Down...
In deep...Spiritual fallings
Responsibilities, leaving more scrambled verses
Lettin me know, GOD is Always Calling
Ringing in My Ears from the Womb
Holy Spirit Consumed
I was Groomed
Nurtured
Caressed
Still I Run...
Pausing to Poetically Confess, being a Typographical Mess
I Can Feel It Stalking Me...
Its Faint Whispers say...Keep Pen Here
Don't Go Away...Stay
Living In Fear
Like It Wants To Eat Me
Defeat Me
Rest-In-Piece
Making my fingers sleepy
Fall Under A Mis-Spell, In This Land of Oz
Where Wizards Strive To Make-Believe Me...

The Original Grim Fairytale
But, All To No Avail...
My Scholar-Ship Has Already Set Sail
 

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amin901 says:

Nice poem man

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