My 4th Dimension
Theorist talk about perspective and dimension
But to me it all lays behind what you dont mention
The mystery behind the bad and good intention.
In pursuit of unknown some journeyed to the cemetry
But after i say what you say to them, the fourth is poetry.
Sometimes my eyes see through love and fear
Behind the obscured act of honor and revere
I see so clear the drummers your heart bear
Drum rolling your hearts in thump of a waterfall.
Like a pounce of a thousand hummers fall
My eyes see it, my eyes see it all.
Ears too.
What they hear sometimes i have no clue
Your spoken word you speak simply flew-
Through me like lies in clear sky blue.
Your deep anger louds than your reaction
And i hear that too, through my extra connection.
My feels are toxic than what kills
My heart jests in tickles of hate
Mind bloating in rage
Like a she-frog in a no-show date.
That why i write to cure my feelings' blight.
Poyetik Enej
Copyright © Energy Mavaza | Year Posted 2021
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