{Dedicated to those who desire positive quality poetry rather negative quantity}

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There exists

…a…

(((Comprehension conspiracy)))
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Located cleverly behind my letters of thoughts
Somewhere mysteriously aligned
My Da Vinci code is an alphabetical force

Perhaps booby trapped
In some peculiar strategy
Keeping my intertwined mind
In a symbolic labyrinth
Of metaphysical cement
Concrete confines
Cinderblock vines

…For decades…

Apparently I misread mental murals
Confused to the tapestry designs
Jaded with surface reasoning
Enjoyed the conception of creation
From its inception
English intercourse
Metaphoric fornication
An affair without opinionated protection
Scribing scripted cosmic verses
Within in our physical universe

…Seemingly tangible…

Pencils stencil primal definitions

My inscriptions are
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…a…
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(((…Hybrid homosapien animal…)))

Endless revisions
Senseless diction decisions
Prone to follow a drones inclination
Instinctive writing
Ascending ideas

(((…!!No fear!!...)))

A work in progress
The cocoons not hollow
A supernatural ambitious sensation
Encouraging moon lines into sentences

{{{…Tomorrow…}}}

Whether researched fact or stated fictitious
Or even exaggerated egotiscal rants
But I’m unknowingly sacrificial
I take a creative chance
So that others may feel inspired to advance
Still that comprehensive conspiracy sneers at me
Its weathered grin wrinkles my so-called classified ‘poetry’

{{{…Perhaps ominous…}}}

Or maybe pretending to be my friendly adversary
The empty paper is our greatest addictive escapist
An obstacle writers block opposition
So our social written position
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…Is…
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{{{…Who’s more of a threat?...}}}

The blank paper or us as enemies
Maybe a few can understand my journey
By experience or core correlation

(((…!!Shit!!...)))

I’m a reclusive observant individual

Still refusing the typical interpretations
Anyone can pen elaborate poetic disses
Or spit a series of generic verbal negations

But the truest stroke of genius

Has an origin of ebbed flowing positive creation
So my fingers telekinetically frame
This ancient alphabet shaping rhythmic logic

(((…!!I’m ashamed!!...)))

I don’t reflect enough determination

(((…Enough sweat…)))

My collections are noticeably unpolished
Writing with absence of opinion
Floating amongst a stream of consciousness

{{{…Asphyxiated travels …}}}

I log my exhausting expeditions
Like circle navigations of continents

Viewing synaptic skies

Fearing the axon electricity fly by
My cognitions are bottomless
I write for enlightenment

{{{…Awareness…}}}

Not for the sake of writing for acknowledgement
I don’t consider my poems
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…‘Poetry’….
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Just trying to focus balance
Innovating styles of astonishment
All manifested humility
This comprehension conspiracy

…Has me baffled…

About understanding the context
About what and why I write

So I sit here perplexed
Staring at my accomplishments

Trying to find some reasoning in sight

(((Insight)))