Meet in the middle of the air, seek me out in clouds I ladder your vocal stairs and believe in miracles now Speak to me in a color never spoken with language See if we read together, climbing over broken pages Tell me to lift higher to touch your metallic voice Let it rivet gold in me, bust up this dynamic noise Give a reason, and I will. Give me your dirty secrets Lie too, I'll believe it...soon we will flirt in acid reflex I'm standing tall now, in defiance of my human sense Rising while you search me out, in skies of turbulence There is no turning back now, the future is present I plow above a past, ...without any linguistic exits Please, speak to me in other ways, only seen in sound Wow, I can't see any ground, why not just color me now? In dreams you are very risqué and we kiss out loud Up here, your messy eyes empire out silent crowns I don't hear you talking, but see royal lips hissing Your insipid breath oily, misted on wishes I'm kissing Tell me to shut up even, I'm very uneasy near you Your eyes, blood shot, sleepy in weird harmonic hue How did you know I'd come ? I'm so sinister seen I'm a fish in, out of rusty water. Oh miserable me Why won't you talk to me ? You're my scenic way In this little air balloon with big feelings displayed Are you God ? Your slight of hand has seen a sighting Inspired by black magic and I'm about to flee it fighting Please answer me, I'm so close now...Do you hear me ? Hello and welcome traveler of questions: I'm electrified in your mind... my high communicates You have sex in your eye, little itches sweet as cakes No doubt about it come at me, French inhale me kid I'm lucid freight coming Kamikaze against the wind I'm not God and, yes to rainbows you're asking of I'm just a witch now aimed to sand blast you off Snort my hot breath, it's moisture, lick my fingers Seek my candy lips and act as trick-or-treaters Fear hears us not. It's of us and by us in... blood Drink from my neck and decide what color its of Fill your soul, let some spill. Your doing down now Spit some out in colorful trill, your going down now Meet in the middle of the air, seek me out in doubt Ladder my vocal stairs, couldn't be miracles without Color me black again, and I will seek you later Going down now, and I'll make you feel real bad
I have read quite a few poems in here and none that really struck me as excellent until these two lines: Speak to me in a color never spoken with language See if we read together, climbing over broken pages That went very smooth with the previous lines. It said everything so subtly powerful. Good work man.
thedope, my dope thread was intially titled "thedope". It was dedicated to you, but someone changed the title.
