This opalescent symphonic drop
Holds my chilled core tightly.
It slices my soul eerily.
In a cluster of broken gems
The purity of the situation is shattered.
My heuristics have black blood.
I turn frozen words into stone metaphors.
It is necessary to line up stimulating techniques.
It's like looking into the middle of a slumbering dream.
Dull stars and scattered dust.
To see his sleepy dreams.
In the place of scattered debris.
On a dark night with no moon or stars.
Written: January 27, 2023
Categories:
heuristics, analogy, appreciation, dream, stars,
Form: Free verse
They think that they know something about my life , not in the same hood and not in the same flight. Maybe the same class but not the same grade ,maybe the same church just not the same doctrine and that, My friend! Distinguished eagles from chickens. I have always rode solo like an egg thrown in an ostrich's nest.
I am a self made individual. Through heuristics and meliorism , everything l know now , l learn by myself and it's the best type of education.
Oh how stupid am l to be the one who knows it all, thinking l am without flaws?
That time thinking no one knows yet you let the door open.
The stash you think only the walls know , well granny knows about it too.
Sleeping naked thinking the moon is not staring, well cover up!
Hands shaking claiming to be nervous , well they were not born yesterday!
Every activity done in darkness shall be revealed in the lightest of seasons.
Don't ever think you are clever ,only he who created me knows better.
Categories:
heuristics, abuse, anger, break up,
Form: Free verse