Poetry Flows

Poetry in motion Means my poetry is flowing Like a river running wild My dreams began as a child Still Unclear of what I’m trying to achieve Discipline and Intelligence combined make powerful components However, both factors are irrelevant if you don’t cherish these moments I might justify my time with constructive activity Develop my character intellectually and visibly My mentality happens to be that Of a battery pack Charged and recharged as a matter of fact But I make sure to retract The negativity that I pack Simple because of the lack of evil that lies on my life’s track I never hate on people, I either envy or admire Still, lies and evil motives set my soul on fire The venom I spit is slow burning acidic It might take weeks of recollect, until you finally admit it A malicious subtlety surrounds your frame Your mind is covered with scheptism, your heart is soaked in pain This undying sensational style of thinking has sunk into your interior Your mind, body, and soul, are no longer inferior I devise a plan to either exceed or maintain Live in the moderate lane, I need knowledge to gain More than plants need rain I have a need to succeed in Life’s game I want to be known, but only for duties or honor My solemn search continues for a modern nirvana