Gifted and Twisted II

THEORHETICALLYSPEAKING

By Th3ori

Gifted and Twisted- II

Gifted and twisted a conceited misfit

Extremely talented - a birth of extremes

Family exposed me to history of disease but

Didn’t inform my about iniquity

Contagious and malignant

He’s spreading to most of me

Imploding- uploading- I’m purging dark-energy

The insecurity sting- sifting me like wheat

Cunning and deceptive- making promises they can’t keep

Speaking quickly- they sink

They look at me they see sheep- offering water

They came to eat…

Practicing to be attentive and attending

Austerity of you and me-

Repositioning- the continued opening - steady amplifying of the breach

Bridge builder with blueprint of counterfeit dream

But Dream weaver has woven - sown himself into me

I am weary- wearing vulnerability

Souls tearing – mending - trying to make ends meet

That repair, an impossibility?

Vowing change- lying disciple with principles of, I want everything

Envious, wanting what doesn’t belong to them

Stealing another man’s dream and feeling nothing

Leaving him heartless- emotionally cripple

A ripple to a pebble - causing tsunami’s to spring
Under my decision- I leave rubble

In pain- brings down thunder

Inconsiderate- we’ve become insensitive

My lightening is destruction-

Done in the moment of the plan I plotted

Crossed the "t" documented - documentary of right winged things

Seeing in hind sight- rewind me back- keeping track-not an accident

Rather a matter of fact-

Chess is just that-

12 moves ahead- I want my queen back

In one piece- I want my city intact

Reminded to remember when it happen to me

The stinging- the retched bereaving- over the death love brings

The Joy pain sings-

Reminiscing over former things

Honoring, I’m alive - I didn’t die - I’m still living, hoping and

Enjoying birthing

Purposeful born out of personal

Redirection out of rejection

It was a bitter infection - Asian flu

Sick to death- fear afflicted my body

But fire purifies you

Karma’s ice cold – when you, witness to you

Hospitalized- tallying in my head-

The dastardly deeds

Influential sneezes- catch a cold- catch it with me scenes

So sexy – cause look at what you will do for me

I thought it was loyalty

An Eagle on the ground – sees poorly

Gracing the fallen- thinking it was my calling

To making them see it my way

But the tragedy is walking beside you and your broken dreams

Lowering my elevation

Living in another mans- space- a broken crucible

Knowing I should have been more of an example

Instead of legendary for my killing spree

Fear in the face of adversity

My choices- crystal- staring back at me

Tremendous understanding with every breath I breathe

Praying for forgiveness

I knew nothing - In love with amusing

Uncomfortable in my likeness of Him

Avoiding the real me

Building memories and withering-

Instead of utilizing my streams

In an atmosphere designed to stifle me

Dream killers with tremendous lung capacity

And I can be devastating when I speak

Bad for this environment

Time I grow up and fly in maturity

Apologies before I leave

Love you to life

Oxygen- breathe

Grace granted

He’s restored me

No more will you see me

This is my second chance

I refuse to squander it-

My calling

My life

My story

My song

Peace- I’m gone

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Poem by Musecal "See Me"

“See Me”

See me Under-standing Truth-

You and I- We are one

Two souls severed by time

Ascribed- inscribed

Until forever - a time within a time

Rare flower outer space-twisted mine-mime- mind

Lost my love affair- introspection- questioning- questions

Listen close- I know you’re listening

How can I who loves to dance

Keep you from dancing

How can I who hates being possessed

Possess you

How can I a free spirit

Want to cage you

How can- how can I- call this love

Say I love you

How can I who once dared to dream

And dreamed dreams of dreams

And seen visions of what my eyes haven’t seen

Dash your dreams because I don’t agree—

Because they aren’t lofty enough for me?

And how can I ask you to believe

What I have yet to be

And even once I become,

You have the right to be you

While you still love me—

Been searching- now I see

How can I who moves like a stream

Treat you like clay- molding- constraining- tailoring

Your actions—caging- changing

Controlling and manipulating you to be what I want for me

How can I a misfit- want to make you fit me

That is- by definition- a virtual impossibility

The best I can hope for- is that you are simply-extremely

Attracted to me...

To the point- you’d prefer to stay- rather than leave

And if you don’t- go ahead baby…

There is another better ‘Mis-fit’ for me

Find that I…

Don’t want people controlling me

But I want to control those around me

And how can I hate liars

When I can’t keep my commitment to me

Not honoring my word so many times

My ‘Will’ doesn’t even respond - when I speak-

So why should you have hope when - I won’t produce glory

And thus I want you to believe in a (me)- I have yet to be-come

Not realizing I will attract what I am-

Does that then mean- You can’t be the one?

How can I – say

Be committed to me

When I’ve marginally been committed to few things

Good at starting many but rarely fin-ish-ing

Can I blame you for quitting?

Kid procrastination with a ‘Jag’ mentality

Cause I have an “It’ factor – I draw to me

Never striving for excellence - expecting to attract quality

A snake charmer- feelings

You see- make believe

I fulfill dreams

But my work ethic was make it comfortable for me

A casual artist -never raised my talents – good is only average

When great is a tangibility – see me settling

And it cost me tic-tic- time

And by the time I realized the ceiling was the floor

I was addicted to behaviors that frankly feel – good

Addicted to distractions- a hero to my friend, solving- fixing problems

Now my feelings rule me and it’s empty

Young wise one – in love with discerning-

Filled with insight- conversations all night

And I’m good with my tongue

And I Love to dance- a choreographers delight

Rehearsing when I should be Creating-

A novel of pain- an episodic of failures - A saga of drain

De-lighted- eternal- with infinite talent

But I had a fear problem

Reduced to ear-gasms

I had a hearing problem

I’m different- now – I’m different now- new speaking pattern

by Nikki McCauley

Tree of Life

Theorhetorically Speaking

Nikki of Na’Vinci Nation

Tree of life

Tree of Life, a living vine

Die to live, defying the killing kind

Powerless men whispers

Like I live in Vanilla Sky, ­­­­­ addicted to a lie;

While they sell secrets to beauty, as if, the beast, am I. Oh no, not I-

Fine-tuned to truth - renewing minds

No longer singularly seduced

By kisses which render mere men, mortal, blind;

Thus, unable to perceive cloaked intentions,

What is between what lies…? Hidden a complex divide

To sense the time-- we must to close the eyes

It’s a thousand wise. Why?

To snatch glimpses, to witness and listen to too ancient plans and

View parchment inscriptions, like an invisible citizen amid Alien Communications and high-level Mayan meetings;

Transforming to a meta-being, like I took a pill

From Tribecca films and I can access everything - see what I am saying?

So, I went into plastics,

Skilled to rebuild and destroy worshipped worlds and schematics

Then in a vision, a reflection of ancient dynasty’s and temples were projected. Shrines of Wall Street America, Pharmaceuticals, Abu Dhabi, and Dubai -- geometric electro-magnetic fields replicate - Patch Adams for the educated

Is this a laughing matter? Maybe, maybe not, that’s why I give it to you freely

Please eat, food for thought.

So, if the children are the future, what happens to young and older adults?

Do we just erase them and blot them out? Like some kind of obsolete software replaced by Linux sent to live in a cloud;

Access available no matter where you are, but lost in the convoluted apps of Google,

To time-consuming to weed them out?

Apple, on the brain, who is the child now? Steve Jobs is resting - is the future in doubt ?

Show me the child more slick and creatively abound?

Or is it reincarnation? Time for another round, still searching for Gandhi, it’s been four decades, wow.

I fear men, too hurried and lazy to care to touch one at a time

But Jobs did the amazing, creating face time.  Except Apple is a bit proprietary

Must be apart of the disposable income, I-life crowd. Similar to the airways of Verizon, say it. “ Can you hear me now?” Buying land and air space for a cellular sound that you must have on you at all times but your privacy is gone??…and buying-in, two years at a time!

Mad Men or Brilliant like Sony’s Play Station, attached to Madden! Image is everything! More coaches have won more rings, yet, Hall of Famer, John Madden former head coach of the Oakland Raiders; has graced over two decades of Electronic Arts NFL game covers! One of the best selling titles ever, in stores everywhere. And still selling and I’m buying?

Rather, reconsidering and remembering my dreams, all my proclivities, and potentials, my teachers and parents said I was steeped - How I was destined! But it seems I’ve been more invested in other people’s destinies, entertainin but has it helped to bring out the best in me? Has much been aborted, placed on hold because I was caught in the glitter, became stagnant by that which I behold?

The missing link or the perfect fitting?  We are one - a unibody, but if you are waiting on the children, then You are missing. You are missing; You are missing, we miss you.

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