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My New Poem: "Unclouded Light." ( I am finally feeling INSPIRED!)
DaltheJigsaw
Mountain View Veteran
Unclouded Light
First
Creativity, stemmed to give me legs,
Emitted me a brain to react to enrapture
I desired, a pen, and some finger to hold upon the almighty blade
I prescribed to give it meaning,
But changed the focal point, not sure of the outcome
Stultification, confidence to be better than myself,
I continued to write,
Away from the wretchedness,
I bonded my hands to my eyes, as to not see, but to feel the
Pain of poverty, slavery, and emotional abuse from a father who does not provide LOVE
To children of whom his seed spelled upon the awaking body of a beautiful woman gloomed and Doomed by ties within the mental instability of her mind...
Second
The ceremony of confusion awoke her from the slums of passion
Needless to say, her outermost cries bewildered her into the night
Encompassing for a better need to painfully pigment rays of light,
Where darkness melted
Onto oceans of despair
Falling flat with stigmas all throughout her biological structure
She felt uttermost fear of terror
His seeds of slippery magicians confronted her with barricades of nowhere to go
And nowhere to run
However, she remained optimistic in the mastery of her own solidifying body
Thus, she adjudicated to her own trial to bring an end to carrying another youngster
For a man who did not know LOVE...
Termination of induced panic stroke her apoplexy in her psyche
Slowly loosing oxygen to all her elements of her consciousness
Third
There she lay, lapsed without judgment or verdict
Alone, painfully free from the reproducible aggressions and assaults
Upon her weak rickety characteristical strength and vitality
With a twinkle in her eye of exemption...
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First
Creativity, stemmed to give me legs,
Emitted me a brain to react to enrapture
I desired, a pen, and some finger to hold upon the almighty blade
I prescribed to give it meaning,
But changed the focal point, not sure of the outcome
Stultification, confidence to be better than myself,
I continued to write,
Away from the wretchedness,
I bonded my hands to my eyes, as to not see, but to feel the
Pain of poverty, slavery, and emotional abuse from a father who does not provide LOVE
To children of whom his seed spelled upon the awaking body of a beautiful woman gloomed and Doomed by ties within the mental instability of her mind...
Second
The ceremony of confusion awoke her from the slums of passion
Needless to say, her outermost cries bewildered her into the night
Encompassing for a better need to painfully pigment rays of light,
Where darkness melted
Onto oceans of despair
Falling flat with stigmas all throughout her biological structure
She felt uttermost fear of terror
His seeds of slippery magicians confronted her with barricades of nowhere to go
And nowhere to run
However, she remained optimistic in the mastery of her own solidifying body
Thus, she adjudicated to her own trial to bring an end to carrying another youngster
For a man who did not know LOVE...
Termination of induced panic stroke her apoplexy in her psyche
Slowly loosing oxygen to all her elements of her consciousness
Third
There she lay, lapsed without judgment or verdict
Alone, painfully free from the reproducible aggressions and assaults
Upon her weak rickety characteristical strength and vitality
With a twinkle in her eye of exemption...
More At: http://www.leonbasin.weebly.com
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I will!
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