The Immortal Wize
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mrmelody7 says: Nice We r just vapors of moments in time |
OTHER POEMS WRITTEN BY The Immortal Wize
Editit's hard not to miss back in the day if you were there you would know what I mean when I say it's too much different now than it was then you could fight sustain bumps bruises lacerations busted lip bloody nose go home clean up and heal "you could go home" not get killed scooped up by the corenor and taken to the mourg think of the countless souls that would still be here if they only had a chance to go home instead of ending up in a funeral home if we go back let's go back to that the time we lived to see tomorrow |
Roundaboutgetting over it is right round the corner careful not to take the wrong turn make the wrong move get lost on the path going through the pass drift off swerve into the past bump into who I once knew stutter to utter the words "what's new" attempting to remove enough tension out the way to escape further uncomfortable conversation |
Dip Outdipped a whole chip in the thick dip came up with half of a chip the other half still in the dip solution thin the dip or thicker chip a stab in the dark unforeseen situation hiding behind the door on the second floor same old thing same old stuff same old month old bread no mold to indicate it's too old to consume poisons not a placebo a diet of speculation is lack of education hear say is unhealthy for the well being stand clear |
A While Backclock on the wall can you tell me how much time I got of course not don't want to be late need to be on time travel back a few steps erase and add a few lines then todo that often sometimes my new moto is no love no love it's a non lethal intentional subliminal like what the law is to a criminal slowing down in the middle of a rush to figure out which way to go freestyle awhile then continue to flow umpteen watches in my possession a collection of time I can't keep looking out the window at the same tree wondering if the tree see me staring into space the look on face says it all don't have to open my mouth to explain the telepathic thought sounds like a plain in flight reaching great height |
Kaboomif I fold a sheet of paper into a sharp point and poke someone's eye out the point is defining things limits it's use and ability |
Blurit's never about what it's about it's always about what it's about |
I Don't Want To Talk About Itthere's some things we don't want to talk about and we don't want to hear about my friend had a lump on the neck for quite some time I wanted my friend to go to the doctor to get it looked at but my friend was too afraid to in time I convinced my friend to go get it looked at when my friend returned I asked my friend what did the doctor say about the lump my friend said "I Don't Want To Talk About It" I settled for the answer I knew it was cancer and I didn't want to hear about it |
what It Look Likeseeking doesn't necessarily mean to find especially if one has no description of what one seeks then one cannot possibly capture the image in one's mind do we glance up when we should be glancing down seeking keeps us less distracted staying focused on our goal unshakable immovable unstoppable object in motion regardless of what the world is going through we are the world too we got sh*t to do one may never find what ones looking for but all that matters is one kept going strong to the end |
Illustrationthe muse is in the music like a geni in a bottle ready to make your wish come true you gotta let it out to get what you want out of it the muse is in the music to inspire you to compose mine is a goddess in a see through robe she sparks something inside me she fuels desire in me and heightens the passion she's a touch me not it's it's a sticky situation and strictly platonic I plagiarize the sh*t out of her she doesn't mind it one bit she loves when I take it from her she's a giver asking nothing in return but for me to remember and never forget she's at my she's at my fingertips available to be used when ever and how ever I wish to do so |
Impactyou can throw a wrench in my spokes but you can't stop me from moving forward I'll get off the bike and walk if I have to you can't make me stumble on stepping stones my steps are ordered it's etched in stone I'll walk on hot coals if I have to I got goals I'm gone shine you can have the gold too hot to be cold I found the key in a dream didn't have to look for long woke up in the zone a lane of my own foot on the gas don't walk across the grass dog in the yard mean like me no trespassing jump the fence at your own risk armed with a weapon made for home defence creative juices flowing like a busted fire hydrant peaceful demeanor deep inside violent riot spilling out into the street can't stand in a seat unless you stand in a chair don't know what to do with it leave it there |