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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Listen to the sonorous tones of silence secluded in sighs, Blind to every sight of reality, with kaleidoscope vision and spider eyes. Revisions perfected the proper cocktail for soaring with earth beneath my stance. For the chance of painting smells and sounds with Gomez chanting my trance: "Get miles away. Get miles away. Get miles away. Get miles away." And this skin I live in is alien, blemished with spots of ineffable taint. Born brown but painted a soulless elated, frustrated in the most creative of ways. And my days are strangers to me now. Somehow, light falls short of bright, until my heartbeat offers me genius. But the others, the symptoms, frighten me into a state of absolute fascination. Hallucinations teaching me that the road less traveled is a cross country course. But my voice is my breath, and I need not exhale to communicate or arrive. "Get miles away. Get miles away. Get miles away. Get miles away." And this extraterrestrial body of power, accompanied by celestial bodies I devour, give my mind sustenance, and I maintain a connection of thought that surpasses brain, And find myself too evolved to cower. Yet the ominous tone that projects my mood, is merely my mortal attitude, For what is angst if not the experience my eyes so deftly exude? But I escape within the rape of my own senses and relate to validity of my own defenses, which become nothing more than variations of suspense, for acknowledging my predisposed madness. And the sadness abates like pain, Only to regain its sense of reign, over everything I choose to withhold from caption. "Get miles away. Get miles away. Get miles away. Get miles away." And I brim with eternal ice, As thrice rings the hell bell that summons my darkest persona home. Alone, because I despise the faces I see, who are rarely elevated to the places I be, when creative spark ignites my passion for words and verse with more fuel than flame. "And I insane?" asked the novel to the editor? "Be I deranged" To: the prey From: the predator? And never more shall I be labeled "okay" For today is the birth of validation, A loud voice with no pretext or hesitation, No biased due to respect of affiliation, For will shall supersede human limitations, And grant to me a world only I can see, With vague advice to the few who could compare to me: "Get miles away. Get miles away. Get miles away. Get miles away."
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