04/09/08 [Idiom - Draft 1]

Idiom-riddled,

my foundation of communication,

self-expression and release is

a beast portion of a

lyrical jungle.



Vocabulary

unbridled, but styled

in fashion to caption

minute seconds, but

never catching

up to the too fast moving

lips that drop words

in their

supposed-to-be-heard

arrangements, shattering

a logical, reasonable

discourse...



...adrift is my sense in semantics,

linguistic formation...



...hellish loquaciousness

and an elusive grasp on concisely

constructed conversation

is my curse.





If I could just tear it

all apart,

one by one,

phrase to words,

polyphonic to

monophonic,

individuals,

alone,

singular definition,

absolute meaning unquestioned...



...I do desire to.



But as multiplex and complex

as we are by nature,

through multifaceted human behavior

and the many emotions we bear,

simplicity almost seems

illusory.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Never got back to finishing this "draft" so I'm leaving it as is.

And all this poem is talking about is about words and the way they move in someone's mind, out of someone's mouth and sometimes how there is a breakdown in relaying what is on someone's mind versus how they express it.

I know I can be quite verbose and long-winded in my explanations, notes, wordings, expression, conversations, etc. :P

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