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Will I Stand
Here I stand before you nothing’s in store for you
Humbled to be in sight of the sighted and fallen crosses
Be still my inhibitions contrived from some late night observation
Constant images bewilder my outright sight belonging to a gift of fragrant forms
Never again will I begin to study artificial microscopic units under the light
Never again will I stumble upon a transitive state where everything and nothing makes sense simultaneously
Will I frequent these states I’ve given you for tender beings unknown?
Or will I mistakenly obtain them for my own
Deities hover around the sacred vacancy with which my ego drains far away from the starry exoskeleton’s desire
Totem poles erected in honor of the awakening prefrontal cortex onslaught of indigenous beliefs coupled with reoccurring “pseudo insights”
What do I know?
Feed the appetite of open ideas guided with a fungus that emanates from natures grounds and feed with me in the gluttonous behavior that is our misconception of humanity
Someone with broken spirits will initially test the core of your consciousness that descends without reason, conceptualizing every atomic being within your essence
You shall question these intruders and yield the opposing foreigners gasping for air to reach anonymity momentarily disregarding your posing will from the start
Helix patterns wisp your thoughts and ultimately conduct villainous creatures disguised as protagonists wailing at begotten years of neurons electric with empathy
Humbled to be in sight of the sighted and fallen crosses
Be still my inhibitions contrived from some late night observation
Constant images bewilder my outright sight belonging to a gift of fragrant forms
Never again will I begin to study artificial microscopic units under the light
Never again will I stumble upon a transitive state where everything and nothing makes sense simultaneously
Will I frequent these states I’ve given you for tender beings unknown?
Or will I mistakenly obtain them for my own
Deities hover around the sacred vacancy with which my ego drains far away from the starry exoskeleton’s desire
Totem poles erected in honor of the awakening prefrontal cortex onslaught of indigenous beliefs coupled with reoccurring “pseudo insights”
What do I know?
Feed the appetite of open ideas guided with a fungus that emanates from natures grounds and feed with me in the gluttonous behavior that is our misconception of humanity
Someone with broken spirits will initially test the core of your consciousness that descends without reason, conceptualizing every atomic being within your essence
You shall question these intruders and yield the opposing foreigners gasping for air to reach anonymity momentarily disregarding your posing will from the start
Helix patterns wisp your thoughts and ultimately conduct villainous creatures disguised as protagonists wailing at begotten years of neurons electric with empathy
Published 21st Oct 2011
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Anonymous
29th Mar 2012 8:03pm
You write with great talent...but I do not understand the poem.....
From the words you are using you have a lot of education either planned like undergraduate or graduate or are an avid self-learner
I am sorry to see that you had only 41 reada
as if this poem was a little more clear...I am sure you would have attracted more readers
This is a B....but could be an A
Kitty the Teacher
From the words you are using you have a lot of education either planned like undergraduate or graduate or are an avid self-learner
I am sorry to see that you had only 41 reada
as if this poem was a little more clear...I am sure you would have attracted more readers
This is a B....but could be an A
Kitty the Teacher
