Death of the ego...
Feels foul
blocked at the free throw...
In the meanwhile,
thinking about
blessings from mi amigo
Even though the laughing hyena
seems wild,
they ain't mandingoes!
Wow!
Sans the ethos...
in sanskrit we wrote on walls
back in the day,
with an ancestral way...
We would wrap with arms extended...
Not to mention,
poetry has been my artform
...and word pregnancy
is what we long for...
The best delivery is aqua,
the water birther, saunters,
magnificently...
curtains due call
to what I was once drawn,
no loves loss or cares ma'...
concerns seem so cordial...
Never been a bore dude
just an only child
destined to be a mogul...
Mowgli playing Monopoly
monkey style!
Boardwalk and Park Place
has become a jungle now.
All railways are fungal,
in a dark state mycelium
is what we look up to.
That's a mean green thumb
at the farmers market I spoke to peeps!
Perhaps that's a beast
that doesn't need a dictionary
and he
happens to speak up locally,
Vocally, potpourri...
to leech on to...
with a small town point of view...
up late, no curfew...
till court is purchase for fortune,
I sojourner for the truth...
they adjourn to another sound...
a bounty of knowledge
is what I found doing this...
As I frolic through the midst...
Will, Atilla, the gorilla
have any problems in this establishment?
Please, don't mind my monkey business!
I guess all you can say is, 'I killed that' in the ending...
Fresh, like a baby is
with no forgiveness of any sin!
Sincerely, I'm signing off, I'll see y'all again...
I lived it quick, as if,
as I were a Praying Mantis, my friend...
About the Creator
El Poet
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Comments (1)
You're weaving duality all throughout... Raw, instinctive, and deeply symbolic, feels like shedding an old skin and birthing truth through chaos. Powerful voice 🔥