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Dynamic Worlds
How sweet is life
relying on faces
of matching Universes
down the road of hardcore bliss
Once the Poet is done psychically with his or her craft
With the vernacular of his or her masterpieces
It’s the role of the readers to add mentally missing pieces
True understanding is
a function of verse.
Jumbling up a puzzles
painstakingly pieced together
allows full aprreciation
for the picture within.
This is why I write.
"Why am I so feared?"
I ponder this ages. I ponder this for years.
I am the "Evil Queen," they say.
"Snow White, the poor girl!" they say.
I wasn't always this way...so obsessed with beauty and such
Raven black hair, long and beautiful
A rosy flush of dimpled cheeks,
When will my refletion show who I am inside?
Grab the scissors, cut the hair,
Ride off into the night,
The best part of art lies in the subconscious,
Not within the scrutiny of a scholar’s essay,
Not within the thoughts that the artist speaks to herself,
But within the very muscles of the hand,
Head, shoulders, knees, and toes,
Ankle biting and cold air,
nothing to stop me,
but so many things to keep me away.
How does one make words
into sentences again?
The world has forgotten,
I am slowly fading into a daze,
this is the 1st phase.
I wish it was more astounding,
this strange finding.
It goes beyond measure,
known as something that I never asked for,
What is black and sometime color...
Always escaping from everyone...
Never the right thing...
So meaningful...
Yet so plain?
What is this mysterious thing...
Always used...
Who is the lady appearing blatantly before their eyes,
In a Renaissance orbiting culture and sacred lies,
But blasphemy she be not,
Rather an untold secret the public forgot.
