Squares lay on the floor from what i call blocks of life,
Cancel guesses put to rest,
Stack your pieces and check them twice.
Don't be fooled by those who look the best.
I'm puzzled and forgetful of the purpose,
Build what my main goal looked like,
And puzzled i fore shot, malfunctioning and worthless.
Yield what was promised by The Men Of The Quite.
Perplexity.
Do not challenge when you will be beat with lust,
You want what you see, i know,
You see my life pushing at my seems trying so hard to bust...
You stunt real hard but even you cant downplay my glow.
Ecstasy.
Rickety old elevator, crying to fall,
Lobby full of people waiting to rush in,
Women in the front too afraid to pick up the help phone and call..
In mid ring, bowling balls as bloody men.
Destiny.
The wind caresses life so willingly and...oh,
I love the way it flows so free,
It flows so freely within me i contain the show.
The color of the trees that hold their fruit while leaves try to be.
Expectancy.
Monday, August 17, 2009
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Ok first off... I love the whole block medaphor to start off. Really? did you just take a piece of our favorite game aand usse it to describe life? DAMN SON! haha
ReplyDeleteOk why do your words always seem to be screaming at me personally? LOL
"Do not challenge when you will be beat with lust," woooow...and.."You stunt real hard but even you cant downplay my glow" uh huh...DAMN (again)
The last stanza flows like heaven...I absolutely love it.
I like the one word rhymes ending each stanza
Overall there is a lot of thoughts being shared in this one.
Love it-And I love you!