What does the mind bare?
Think; poets; spoken word
What is it really?
Prose and Odes of most times misery
or sometimes sensational
sexual fantasies and horrid imagery of pain
An abyss of souls; screaming pain and fear into readers and listeners
spitting and spewing share poison
some call it "intellectual utterances"
No longer of beauty
to rest words melodiously together
some abstract; some plain
No longer music to the eyes and notes to the ear
but anger and hate and segregation
To see realities in the eyes of hatred
is to have seen hell itself!!
To feel the rage; to hear their thoughts
shrieking and haunting the corridors of my mind
Must we harbor such feeling?
Must we burn the page, ear and eyes
with our word ridden fire?
They say we're crazy! strings of insanity
fault and disruption follow our lives
"Maybe true!" But aren't you just as crazy our
more to read it and think; "i never thought of that!"
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