Mirror

I visited my Stumbleupon friends (Greatsloth) poetry blog and it gave me an urge to write something creative.

His poetry blog, drunken alphavomitus, is peculiar, creative, and full of his own ’stamp’..

Good bad or indifferent is in the eye of the beholder.

I say he’s very talented.

His writing is so expressive, that it put me in a writing mode myself. I’m stressing out a little today and this is just what I need to break the hell out of my skin and touch the intangible that sometimes begs to be fondled..

Could it be that you, my brother,
my outspoken yet avoided and hidden friend,
have eyes that see the fruition of days to come?
Could it be to you of the ransomed and overlooked
hold infinite the possibility of foresight into the
sparked connection of what was and what is?
I saw you last night..
in the blinded and uneducated domestic written
book entitled “delusional girl”..
Freely walking about streets, seeing tomorrow while
others cannot discern the feet that are beneath their weight.
having eyes filled with confident thought in inevitable destiny.
Filling your bowl with slurs and unbound belief..
Tainting colors that once we thought to be..
with a version of fabulous creation all belonging to you
sheltered by nothing..
exposing your skin of fantastical words
by the light of darkness.
Light that only darkness can bring to an imprisoned man
Imprisoned beneath the unearthed filth of closed mindedness..
above the universe of swirling imagery that only blindness can spout.
Yet comes the wind of excellent ferocious tongue lashes
Bundled with bows and fancy? Not you..
Gambler of tides and unfathomable hearing ears that seek your speak
Testing you..
one
two
please..
Stand back
Rhyme play will your mental suction cup that you call ears ravage..
Spit my saliva back upon me as I sing your song
Spilling only blah blah
say you saw
my torrential storm upon your house of straw
With words even the deaf hear screaming loudly
yet only the soundboard of attuned heart..
Speak TO me..
and be rejected..
Mouth off TO my ears
and be dismissed..
thrash empty spew TO my sensitivity
shudder my disdain..
Sensuous are words of truth
only when spoken FOR me
WITH me..
Caress my observation..
which awaits the pleasure..
Feel me from the inside out..
Taste my language..
it is your sustenance..
your truth..
your only friend..
for once you hear me..
you hear you.

Kimberly Bock