"The Passer By"
The Passer By
I pass by each door with the intention to be more
Than before mentions of street lore complete detours
Through these wars that rage on despite Peace Corps
Deep core? My vision keeps on even through sleep snores
So that I reach more vivid images than when we beseech chords
When each board I see attains a level high enough I seek wards
Psychiatry, psychology, psychoanalysis,
Antagonize, scrutinize, implement paralysis
Wash out, clean up, commence the dialysis
Realize, recognize, give way to the amethyst
The blue, the gold, the green, the red, the canvases
This is the vision of mine as the passer by
Sometimes I pass out as I look at the sky
The insight, beyond sight I see and ask why
No one else sees past the black and white
I’m color coded through the left and right
All I see is bright except for bright, it’s extra bright
The next is night, ridden intent on providing electrolytes
To the dry hues of a constricted and congested light
Confess I might, a supernatural suggested contrite
This is not…
This is my view from lowlands to mountains high
This is my reason to look at the sky, and confound a sigh
This is why, everything I see serves to mystify when I magnify
This is what I envision providing moisture to the canvas dry
This is how I view the world as I am passing by
© 2008-2010 Malik Peterson. All Rights Reserved.
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