Friday, January 8, 2010

In a world called Trite, poetry has to be...

THE MURAL..
BY ME
I example u..like a painting
the scripture..
a work of art
it's the clandescent
figure with
a flare
of human bonding
the stone captures
it's
own circular abstract
formation..
with a taste to wanna sample
by menu
what leads me 2
a pretzel w/ salty molecules
strickly forbidden
upon
agricultural FEED..
a message of great concern
for the unhealthy
but..clings like a
portion of characters
meeting
2 people..greet
and improvise
what's next..a crossup
of
loops..
trying to find themselves
outta being lost..
single
..making love
work
while finding
the right position
loses ..
due 2 a twisted
life..with no experience
so u hide in shame...
and that's
how I see YOU..
The Art of Depression..
Create..
sheila T Jordan

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