Mindset

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    Mindset

    I amaze your mind
    You amaze mine
    To you my eyes are gateways of truth
    To me, the beholder they are liars
    They confuse your beauty for an angel
    They lead my approach, unsure of whether I could handle
    My eyes played my mind like chess masters
    They showed me a challenge anticipating my next move, knowing my ambition to reach knew heights
    My eyes may be chess masters but I stand taller as a creator
    Anticipation is a law in my book
    I read yours like music and despised the hook
    Its constant repetition brought out annoyance
    My eyes showed me beauty in the physical form
    Closing one, I looked for the other two beautiful puzzle pieces to complete the attraction process
    Unfortunately your ritual differed
    We became one as I traveled up and down your elevator
    The constant change in altitude brought about dizziness
    Dizziness itself served as host to for the presence of allusion and confusion which stood right between us
    Your music played in the background in an unfamiliar darker mood but the ignorant hook stood tall and ugly in darkness clearer than a lit cross
    Despised the unwelcome guests, your elevator brought about an undeniable rush
    But with every ride the unwelcome guests stood clearer, like dirty water on wait
    I stared intensively at the allusion of your lack of purity and questioned your beauty as a whole
    Beauty is mind, body, and soul piece together harmoniously like sweet music
    Your piece started with body, which reflected heaven
    Then it jumped to the mind which was an ignorant piece playing a none-changing, nerve racking, and unbendable role
    Your soul must have been was a quiet one, it went by unheard
    In completion of my vocal editing “Goodbye Miss possibility”
    My escape code still play in her song right before the hook repeats itself



    12/06/2008 12:31 AM

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    If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.

    Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.

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