The literal start to what is hoping to become a 10 minute wonderpiece written between me and my laureate wordsmith pal Bunmi Hazzan Heres like 6 stanza: [BUNMI] It is easy to say I do not need these things These items so intertwined in my life since As far back as I can remember in the bleak December Ghosts of ancient times sought to conquer Mind control, mine was never my own From authoritarian home to Wondering why I feel so alone in the company of souls To where I sit this very instant Travelling to a place of no interest To satisfy the agenda of unknown men Men who care not for my origins Men who ignore I was born with golden wings I was taught never to shine none [JAMES] Retorts are laced with by-gones From ten gallon shy, numb Deaf, dumb and blind sons Who stare too long through open windows Coldness ensues on deaths pursuit Through bold locum substitute And pried from Cold dead hands that mine form Some sort of dry, warm, defenceless quick-wit Some scientific misfit who blames his existence On TV and glue rips and sniffing felt tips That irrefutable metropolitan reveal Concealed within the flooded brim Of many thousands of years Of gratuitous behaviour and mindless self-doubt Until stock roars “Plummet!” And ventures to a door marked EXIT Then checks out - - - - - - - - - - - - - Let us know if that flows right within each of your own heads, need some direction as its the first poetry collab Ive been a part of during my entire decade of writing in prose(sic)
Posted on: Wed, 14 Jan 2015 23:09:37 +0000
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