My Mind Body and Soul
(Unfinished...)
My Mind...
...Is fenced in by pencils and is in a constant rhyme.
At times its offencive and it crosses the line.
Its a mess of signs of sight and sound.
Messages hidden deep in expressions, desperate to be found.
Bound by the light my round pupils intake.
Creatin' frowns and the like that these Judas's hate.
An illusion which indicates a state of confusion.
A constitution of fused braincells moving towards a battle Im losing.
The ruins of a boy who dreams he's a man.
The fumes of the lighter in his hand before ignition, straight from a can.
Clapping hands, stamping feet, keeping me awake and making me feel unique.
Still marching to the beat of the joke thats coke I sniffed last week.
Hoping against hope Im not helping to defeat what I already made weak.
Im a freak, I've got a mean streak of nastiness.
Pass me the gas, see how quickly I can pass out through this.
I exist through decisions and I grow in divisions.
Im a mixed up individual, did I mix the situation?
Im increasing the strength of the beast Im against.
My seat is the canvas, hence Im the picture that he paints.
I hate that I cant escape, or break away and die.
Its fate that I sleep and I wake and I cry.
My body...
...Is caged by the way it was made.
I hate that its the same but I expect things to change.
My face is a game, and my bodies where its played.
I've taken my name and engraved it with pain on the minds of the insane.
My hands do the work, they gain from the hurt.
They maim and they scare, even the sane can't stand to share.
They save their own tamed 'temples' in frames,
They create graves using thimbles and crave simple freedoms.
But instead they weaken by keepin' their souls imprisoned deep inside.
They invision this image and work to immitate it, recreate it.
They listen intently too the lies its created,
Trying to find advice so they can try to take it.
I don't need to be fake like these fiends of mistakes.
My body's a dream, innovation's all it takes.
I'm just a being with feelings, waiting for the day to break...
...The day that I wake and look in the mirror and say 'Im happy with this man.'
Oh wait, Ill say it clear so you can hear it...
I already am.
My Soul...
...??
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This piece is unfinished, I just can't really write about the soul, but I like the other two verses.
I don't really like the whole unfinished pieces, But this has been swilling round my mind too drop this, and Id like feed on wether or not too know to try finish it.
Once again, written in a blast and took little over an hour. It was handwritten, so maybe if I typed it Id get it done quicker, maybe I should of spent more time with this...
Anyway, thanks for peeping this,
ALL decent feed is accepted and apprieciated, thanks
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