Monday, October 5, 2009

[tran-sen-duhnt] TRANSCENDENT..

I'm Caution to the wind ...but perfect through provoking ink!
With more detailed I unlocked the languages
with metaphors.
A Language which is spoken fluently amongst
English native.
Not much help with today's math or the real world. I'm here to indulge you with the obvious metaphors about life. by learning depth, and sacrifices; Poetically I stand here a lone with such a intelligent Di-a gram.
With many faces of poets
but just a different melody; an a different
brain storm.
Poetry, is more than just another language
spoken. It's define our existences &&
our science of the mind.
I'm sure every lyricist or poet can
agree with me on this; It's like
when you get a rush " You Just blank",
&& then retaliate
with likes of electric moment of
clarity.
spitting with force of imaginative
creativity, spitting with emotions
of fierce desires.. [Eyes closed],
painting that picture.. Oh so vividly
to sense thou' art is so true; Using every
abstract color to at least make everything
Transcendent..

[ Eyes Opened]
Surpassing my Intellectual dreams
just because all I want to do
is write until my mind
is Superior, Until My Mind
is crucified, Until My Mind
is remember amongst the
many faces that did it before
me.

[ Losing breath] losing ink, running out of oxygen
of my mind. [gasping for air.. ] whispering: I'm
going to do this until it's the death me, because
I love what I do.

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