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