I travel confused in four directions.....
In satirical satire my fire consumes meto incline the Sapphire jewel of my imagery
as snow falls it mocks the rain's gravity
held tight to the same circumstance's company...
You may not know what I speak when I write
for the rhyme ignites bright the coming of light
the metaphor I gesture is not for the sight
but the theory in relative dreams I highlight...
I feel passion and lust in nature's succubus
as it drains and dehydrates my being flushed
the blood thus rushes my face forever touched
by earth, wind, fire tamed water to hush...
I laugh to the sky, not knowing why
I cry tears of salted diamonds when I try
for the unseen revelations I comprise
are unique to my mind's agility in design...
When I sleep in simile I am like the dream
my power in scheme is a welcomed retreat
to see beyond the sentient version of me
into depths of cunning transcendent reprieve...
I only break this poem in stanzas to see
if one can gather varied parts of Kennedy
no form in myself, just a scattered conquest
I have lost all feeling in my thought, what's left?
this informal prose
this poem that shows
I am lost in translation, which way do I go?
Up seems to be down, watch me walk the road
to nowhere a brick wall blocks my flow
when I am water I freeze
when I'm wind I leave
when earth becomes me there is much to be seen
Fire beckons the burning of all I achieve
such random qualities and all are me...
I must find the balance in the midst of my chi
but I really can't have uniform company
this is my curse for all eternity
has been told in my dreams and nightmares received....
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