1/2 the story of man

 

 
Wats a word to a dictionary
Open heart surgery 
Lost memory 
Discarded past,lust filled dreams it's all too blind 
can never see
Wats it all worth 
The cost of a word is diminished from birth 
Puberty to adolescence yet never learned a lesson yet 
It's all just what it's not suppose to be 
Ive seen what I wasn't allowed 
Was already punished so now I'm speaking out loud...
Words speak volumes like sequels it's all  just 
sequential to the believer....
Beliebers blinded no see through 
The truths always hiding yet it's never fully silent...
If we knew the history behind every word 
We'd be writing one word poems and still 
Our emotions would forever be hiding...
Love...
Forever climbing through my mind trying to get relevant...
But I can never see beyond my past I'm 
heaven bent, heaven sent,
Words cover the page of this desolate body...
(To speak volumes to it alone...
Just too bad when they start talking nobody's home...)
Never celibate, but as I delineate this my 
My message becomes reliant on the client 
At hand... But here in this poem 
you'll find more than 50 stories at hand...
Only if you could understand 
That here in this poem truly lyes...
Half the story of man...
Trying to be sublime...
 But I'm only one man...
What a crime...
 

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