Star struck, so I sought a simple bandage for
My sky,
Who knew the hand of deceit would be too quick for
My eye.
My "A game," they challenged me to bring it,
They also dared me to fly so I had no choice but to
Wing it.
Talkin' in tongues, closed mouths will never be
Fed,
This was my attempt to resurrect everything that
Appeared to be dead.
I swung with my left and still hit the right
Notes,
Shockingly belittled in this cruel world for reciting polite
Quotes.
Life surrounded me with lemons so I grew to be a
Lime,
Dressed to impress, I learned to put my pants on two legs
At a time.
Crooked, I figured this straitjacket would be accepted
As the new formal,
Insanely enough, "Crazy" has been detected as the
New normal.
"King of the hill," no mountain can compare to my
Hummock,
Through my chest, my heart was pulled by the butterflies
In my stomach.
Lets allow our spirits to be advanced beyond
Souls,
And see our scripted characters enhanced beyond
Roles.
At this very moment my inner voice has become a
Roar,
At this very moment I, myself, have become
More....
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Michael avant
Hello fellow creators. In short I'm nothing more than a very big fan of this art form we all love called Poetry. Playing with words and thoughts, bending and twisting ideas is all part of this therapeutic yet challenging past time.
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