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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

Na’Vinci Nation….Join

Na.Vinci.Nation21@gmail.com

 

categories: POETRY
Saturday 05.19.18
Posted by Na'Vinci^Nation
 

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

 

categories: POETRY
Saturday 03.17.18
Posted by Na'Vinci^Nation
 

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