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There Are Levels to This

Levels

By Frank "Frizzy" SykesPublished 5 years ago 2 min read
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Looking Out of the Window into a World Full of Ignorance

You don't know me yet.

As a matter of fact this may be the first time that we have met.

Unaware of my existence until this image has spilled across your screen, in whatever creative way that it has crept.

Providing you with the understanding of these depths.

Levels unseen, until the exposure of these cards that have been dealt.

There are levels to this.

But it sure is nice to finally meet you.

And I forewarn that some things written may make you feel blue.

Truth from words that may have been unheard up until this moment that I have met you.

Perspectives that you may not have seen, that leaves you in the space of not having a clue.

There are levels to this.

And if there was one thing that I could have, I would ask of it to be just this one wish.

The wish of vision of these levels to be revealed, but still maintained composure fulfilled within the action of a kiss,

And a hug.

This is that understood love.

Actions seen without sight, and no it doesn't come from some invisible space above, but rather from... within.

And I know these words have power that may cause minds to take a spin, but when you balance back out remember when I said.

There are levels to this.

And I understand that they may get looked over as we strive to find this happy thing that we call bliss.

Found within the intentional ignoring of issues, multiple meanings of this one word ignorance.

Lacking knowledge in one environment from non-exposure, but treatment of one meaning in the same, chaos collides destroying everyone's bliss.

And we miss... Our mark.

And cry in places that become dark.

Dwell in cells from hell, finding comfort in time, psychologically losing our minds just to find... that we never had them in the first place.

Gone from the beginnings.

Lost in translations all having different meanings.

You still don't get it, look this poem is written in what's known as English.

Which means in so many cultures this poem has no value, all because I put it in what's known as a sentence, not translated over to the other 6,499 spoken languages.

Environments creatively created all so that they couldn't bang with this, but you better please remember my one wish.

And understand that.

There are levels to this.

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About the Creator

Frank "Frizzy" Sykes

I'm a Poet/Spoken Word Artist in Tennessee. Performing mostly in Nashville I have gained quite a bit of popularity in the poetry community. My past career in law enforcement, fuels my fire, and my words strike deep. Truth is what I speak.

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