Its all in the name Pointless and aimlessly, The poet takes flight. Unaware at the moment, Of what he will write. The precursor begins the flow, The go, The, He knows that he wants to write, Yet doesnt quite know, What avenue of creation to take. Slowly, And surely As the creek will rise, Creative juices aplenty, His art takes form As ink meets with paper, And, With a little help from a friend, The words woven intricate, Lay out a form unknown. Interlocked and likened literature Of a duly noted nonsensical. Deep and steeped In stark contrast From the norm of poetry, My flowetry takes form. How B? Words so intricate in flow? A mad mans internal, I say. Thirty years in the making, A mad mans nonsensical Takes on, In a busy mind of mine. Thought odd and weird, A style unique; A story of epic proportions unfolds As a knightly troubadour led astray, Cuts a lyrical hand, Opens his mind, And in doing so, Opens a vein of creativity That spews forth... This... Tlowetry... Little upper thought, And The proverbial flood gates Of my mind open, And with a thought, Brain sends message Through billions of electrical signals. Message sent down wire, Through arm into a hand, Weak and weary From hours of holding this pen. And, At this pen The electric signal stops. It... Ceases.. From there, The ink dances a waltz Across a once blank paper, Now... Not so blank. An ink released To paint upon this canvas, A picture unseen. A picture is worth a thousand words? Well, Picture this... My words Are worth a million images. Images that, Through a sequence of words Rendered upon parchment, Intricate in detail so... Deep... And meaningful, That images grow And appear upon the masss, Impressionable mind. Like this.... The lovers entwined, legs interlocked. A love so deep; a love so inspiring and moving unknown. Two souls merge as one... heartbeat... breath in unison, and from between ones lips, under breath, and heartfelt, the verbal archer takes aim, and release... I... slowly and quietly... love... fluidly into the ear canal... you... to vibrate ever so soothingly, reverberating upon the ear drum. A lovers passion so great. Doing a dance of passion... forever locked in a soul mates embrace... And, As my flowetry free form Becomes the image in your mind And you see the two Entwined in prose, You heed the gravity of my words Intricate. The words aflow, To impress upon your mind That Million picture, flicker show, And you realize, Truly within... A mad mans nonsensical? Truly not nonsense. And, With that, A lovely picture is painted, And For fear of over doing With verbal vomit, Intricate B... must part... #IntricateB For more original poetry like my page https://facebook/pages/Poet-Intricate-B/152062208329721 And check out my book Wasted Youth Remembers amazon/dp/B00H1LFKH4/
Posted on: Wed, 02 Apr 2014 14:55:10 +0000
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