PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

Eyelids heavy with crust

Brain engaged in activity that complains

Eye's follow lustfully the trail of beauty

Fingers scan textures for scriptures

I stumble over cracks my control subdued

Ideas by ten fold spill in old

They loot my energy

Now I must seek the exterior of the nucleus

For gaps that must be patched and healed and seen for real

Sitting on my hands waiting for life to hatch

Satan laughs and cries

 it's a steal

I peel the rines off the fruit

To the core is space

Imaginative degenerative words fill my mouth

Lucrative and negative they are inclined to shout

Pinched by a fever that refuses to die

Holding it in until God himself can't comply

Implosion, sparks, smoke, fire

The caffeine ingested makes muscles wired

Yet brainwaves enter somewhat tired

I'd say I was happy if I were a liar

Tedious variables orbit reality and leave a smog

I peer through, but to no avail

Only a blur is seen for tears prevail

Like the beginning of a rising sun

Temporary clarity seeps in, sweet like hot buns

Soon the heat it emits will grow more intense

The indigenous creativity within is immense

How much longer will this persist

Is seeking the beginning of this small cyst

All the luggage I carry is rudimentary

I'm the clothing encased that feel's the world is scary

The course from which my steps are taken is from a source unknown

I'm looking down instead of for home

Dehydrating this ego till's it's height is equivalent to garden gnomes