at the edge of darkness.

Discussion in 'Poetry' started by Epic-Theory, Jul 17, 2013.

  1. Epic-Theory

    Epic-Theory Guest

    Once again at the edge of darkness...
    On the ledge of sanity
    I pull out the L and spark shit...
    Expansion. Get it started.
    I'm a mothafuckin artist.
    Take a life and carve it...
    Finish something that departed
    from view way back then;
    With you... way back when
    laid back zen was just
    a dream that beamed intense...
    Ingestin the unclean scenes of
    the seemingly bottomless trench...
    Distress was then unseen til
    I screamed what the fuck I meant...
    I now confess to being bent...
    Leanin' off that green n
    advice they enticingly lent
    on some alterior motivation...
    Inferior complications and strife
    arose from misplaced communication,
    mistaken for dis-infatuation
    or disappearance of elation...
    Sedation was never an option
    for this hypersensitive soul...
    Intensity beyond that physical control
    and passion like smoldering coal...
    Gave my hand to fasten some hold
    and the actions that followed were cold...
    Betrayals new and old left nothing to grasp...
    Reflecting the past on patch of soft grass...
    -Oh to deflect the effects of that
    less than half empty glass!
    Seeking release with these questions I ask
    With prayers and respect I continue this fast...
    As I hope to soon master the impossible task...
    and find peace without cease meant to last....
     

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