This is personal, personally emotional, poetically driven
Poetry is personal, personal is poetry, this poetry is sacrificial
Elements of this poetry, not even the typical poet will understand
Not to underman the experience of the emotion of a poet but some emotions are incapable of relation minus experience
Firsthand experience, one on one, person to experience, experience to person, person to situation, situation to emotion, emotion to personal poetry
The floetry is not poetic however, wittingly unclever, form flow levers sever the difference in satirical feathers to hazardous elements faired in unpredictable weather
Unknowingly aware of which breaths will be your last, how fast the steady rhythms shall flow, or if they shall even be labeled steady or paced steady
Always preparing to be ready, firmly, unwillingly rock steady, steady rock
Ticking clocks not necessarily ticking, but could very well be clicking
Sicking life dependencies, non-rational tendencies, becoming intensely, intimately in tune with soulful cries within thee
Envy sympathizes with frenzy, plenty of irrations, fuels waver, full then empty, empty then full, midsize, half way, a portion of, a fraction of, choices only reign from up above
Spirituality now manifesting in reality, lacking formalities, multitudes of maladies requiring remedies, enmities, teases of hopes
Hoping that teases are fabricated and unreal, never acquiring proper seals
Masking what you feel, deals of disproportions, abortions of imaginations
Sensations peeking heights of unforeseen nightmares
Cares impregnated by scares of spontaneous blares
Unaware of predictable fares of here, where, there, splitting tears of gasping airs of oxygen or lack there of
Appreciating love, redefining its precious value, discovering its presence, experiencing its infantile essence
Inadvertently thinking prior encounters were the epitome of what you thought u had learned of
Witnessing suicidal attempts on lives, life long impartations of whys, incontrollable sighs, highs that soar beyond fairytale skies
Eyes of remembrances that shall never escape, weights of burdens that your senses will learn to hate
Understanding fates and destinies, not aligning with hopes and faith of consciousness
Withdrawing temporarily from inspirations, removed from soothing ventilations
Sacrificial efforts executed, never to be related to the layman on the outskirts of the demilitarized band of safe hands protected by the fans of forced ordered hands that dont always understand the demand for their fanatical brand
This is the land in which my journey landed, implanting branded scars that we honor and celebrate
Memories that my service both cherishes and hates
So to my fellow servicemen, relevant and late, please excuse my frayed and disheartened ways
As I reverent you all this special Memorial Day!
Poetry is personal, personal is poetry, this poetry is sacrificial
Elements of this poetry, not even the typical poet will understand
Not to underman the experience of the emotion of a poet but some emotions are incapable of relation minus experience
Firsthand experience, one on one, person to experience, experience to person, person to situation, situation to emotion, emotion to personal poetry
The floetry is not poetic however, wittingly unclever, form flow levers sever the difference in satirical feathers to hazardous elements faired in unpredictable weather
Unknowingly aware of which breaths will be your last, how fast the steady rhythms shall flow, or if they shall even be labeled steady or paced steady
Always preparing to be ready, firmly, unwillingly rock steady, steady rock
Ticking clocks not necessarily ticking, but could very well be clicking
Sicking life dependencies, non-rational tendencies, becoming intensely, intimately in tune with soulful cries within thee
Envy sympathizes with frenzy, plenty of irrations, fuels waver, full then empty, empty then full, midsize, half way, a portion of, a fraction of, choices only reign from up above
Spirituality now manifesting in reality, lacking formalities, multitudes of maladies requiring remedies, enmities, teases of hopes
Hoping that teases are fabricated and unreal, never acquiring proper seals
Masking what you feel, deals of disproportions, abortions of imaginations
Sensations peeking heights of unforeseen nightmares
Cares impregnated by scares of spontaneous blares
Unaware of predictable fares of here, where, there, splitting tears of gasping airs of oxygen or lack there of
Appreciating love, redefining its precious value, discovering its presence, experiencing its infantile essence
Inadvertently thinking prior encounters were the epitome of what you thought u had learned of
Witnessing suicidal attempts on lives, life long impartations of whys, incontrollable sighs, highs that soar beyond fairytale skies
Eyes of remembrances that shall never escape, weights of burdens that your senses will learn to hate
Understanding fates and destinies, not aligning with hopes and faith of consciousness
Withdrawing temporarily from inspirations, removed from soothing ventilations
Sacrificial efforts executed, never to be related to the layman on the outskirts of the demilitarized band of safe hands protected by the fans of forced ordered hands that dont always understand the demand for their fanatical brand
This is the land in which my journey landed, implanting branded scars that we honor and celebrate
Memories that my service both cherishes and hates
So to my fellow servicemen, relevant and late, please excuse my frayed and disheartened ways
As I reverent you all this special Memorial Day!
I wish that these had a like button because I swear you would see my name all up and down your blog lol. You have done it again!
ReplyDeleteAwww, thx love...I kno I'm late seeing this but thank you so much. You already kno I am a fan of yours as well :-)
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