PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

right now as I consume, acryllic lyrics grace images

looseleaf splattered with ink spillage, like bees in pillages

my motivation mobilized as a heart under fire

sort of like infiltrating my demons while wearing a wire

but now somehow my mind is focused on the road dead

a part of me now jump started opposite of code red

re-evaluating my thought patterns reaching out to kin folks

dial tone prone to go alone, yet I still soak

my internals with journals and charcoal filter

the plan is grand, remote control causing blisters

deep in my eyes lies the prism of poetics

verbal trial and error, wordplay, metaphors and phonetics

at least I can feast on mesmerizing levels

of constant swinging pendulums respecting my rebel

with limitless inversions, staying locked on perserverance

the energy is felt, and my ethics coherent

like the mind of Morpheus, every beginning has an end

with all certainties due to mankind, machines transcend

deep in my digestive, free from pork and horsemeat

the content becomes concrete if you force me

not to sugarcoat the transition of the mission

but the channel of my mind redirects your dark vision....





?2003

by A. Bonaparte