Black Poetry : Mental Confusion


Well-Known Member
Mar 19, 2001
knocking at the front door
large as kilimanjaro or so
it seems / maybe my "altered"
ego has skewed my perception
to what is real what is fantasy
what I need what I want
maybe she is just too much
and I too little maybe she
is too shallow and I too deep
she too light I too dark
maybe I should try to find
her in between those two
occurences light/dark
transformation into
transportation into a side
I never knew existed
on the threshold of a
discovery I search...
I never knew shadows had
reflections...they call it
concrete tangible forms
hers / I never held yet
reaching two inches to what
is miles away maybe I'm
just thinking too much
conning myself into
confusion...of what is
reality what is fantasy
what is wanting what is

(c)2001 blakverb


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