02:00 Am.....
Within my brain sulking in the pain of its darkness…
Where my dexterity is halted by the chains of the margins…
Of pages, a sultan with a Paganist conscience…
That has me tamed by a pulsing of the veins in the parchment…
Maimed by the carnivore that was morphed from a journal…
To be unscathed before starts of war is an orphan-like virtue…
With confidence as the child and where hope is the father…
My pen’s conquest is a laboring mother holding the water…
But what it begets is something human, idle, except…
It isn’t exempt from the paper’s crush as a suicidal attempt…
In futile nights I attempt to gain mass by syllogism…
But foolish pride had me left to brave laughs of cynicism…
But this quill’s an ism profiting wisdom…
Where I’m an infant shifting the building blocks of this system…
I had to choose to believe that ink was an option veiling,
the future, obese when thinking in the larger scale…
& this is NOT a tale of handcuffs that have been broken…
But rather my art: hands cusped for capturing moments…
Man i love writing...
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Peace
One..