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Boxing Shadow
Written May 13th 2004
Jade C Bell
I take a scalpel
& feel the cold metal
cut out the hole in my brain
a firework display
in the blood that sprays
& falls as my soul stain
upon these empty white pages
I perform a self lobotomy
which is to abstract of a story
to simply just say
my story of boxing shadow
through a crack in the window
which if I'm lucky enough to see
through just me & you
I might take the time to write
with your color of black rage
& take the blackness of coal to explain
the blackened eyes from boxing shadow
& the spectrum of colors bled out of the hollow
in which he stole from the remains
of our one and only fight
I was a spit of fire
whose molecular structure
of the lords' creatures
now I have to rewire
the hemorhaging bloodshed images
that pour on to a stage
& splatter red oil
pitter patter on this canvas
like my heart that broke into shards
of broken glass as I just wait for time to pass
& I search this box for better pictures
a contrast theme to this story
the other side to the coin, the yin & the yang
the 5 draw game of cards
that if felt as dealt on that table
a story without stars
seen in this hypothetical dream
besides behind the punches
of his gloves
or reflections in their eyes
of his 5 deepest loves
where hate was just a legend
& the only toll to gain
was to be able to control pain
this is a story that contains
5 of the planets' elements
earth, water, air, fire & spirits
commence to make sense out of the 5 senses
taste, touch, smell, hear & see
with 5 dames with no names
that whisper stirs
in a space with no use for words
there's no sentence
they can speak
for beauty so unique
in the sun's heat
they boil, in soil
letting out a fragrance
that's impeccably sweet
& by night when it cools down
they open up lying on the ground
as the sound of harmonious symphonies
blew in that breeze
as I tasted the pollen within their skin
opening all senses insensible
in my flowers of intangible desires
in the soft seductive dance
in the lives who tangle in romance
& that single dance boxing shadow
a steel pole in the vain
& suddenly my last chance gets harder to swallow
with 5 techniques
within the fight, & finding the light
dexterity, balance, strength, speed & endurance
if you don't choke on your teeth
or play the spoons beneath
golden whisky alcohol rain
& try to fly without wings
die with your last breath of air
or be lucky enough to get the chance
in boxing shadow my living nightmare
then you could only be so
lucky to be let go
& die as you pray for an angel who sings
with 5 emotions
anger, regret, fear, frustration & joy
as you get boxed in a cubicle
with no shadow
no fire
as you become puppet boy
waiting for the strings
to lift you up so
you can have one last dance
solo
at the end
but this is just the beginning of my story
my fearless shadow
& friend
with a rainbow
of colors included
& wonders executed
5 rounds
the gate opens to a trickle
of red blood running out the gates of time
from a blue vain, my soul stain
all seen through the eye of the needle
society's chemical warfare
in 1995 & I was there
to taste, the tainted
the toxins, & the poison of this holocaust
as my fate be I was just a drop in the middle
to paint what already had been painted
as I smelt felt & saw it
I will also draw it
what I tasted, & what I heard, words maybe wasted
the two sided stories
dream state of the mind
transparencies of injuries
from this bent past
seen by the ghost of the shadow
or the shadow of the ghost
the dance of violence
began the same year
right here in this concrete jungle
the dank smells of sweaty bodies
the stench of sweaty balls in dirty
jock straps smelt like crap lying on the locker room floor
left behind by boxers who just didn't care
the pungency of old leather gloves, & boots mixed
with my oils & paint thinner fumigated the air
it was like I could taste it when I walked in that door
& the fix lost in the insanity of this matrix
but I was actually there
painting a living animation
then I saw him against a wall in the distance
some sorry kid was boxing shadow
or should I rephrase that
some sorry kid was drowning in the blood in the shallow
he was being beaten to shit
boxed by shadow in the 1st round
amplifying every sound
the crunch of his nose being broken
then his jaw was next to snap
then the most horrific sight I have ever seen
the kid opening his mouth & letting out this scream
of treachery mixed with mercy
no shadow!
but shadow already had his punch wound
so he let go & a wet explosion
was the sound
of a vain being tapped
& that kid's brain as it snapped
as he floated in slow motion
to the ground
as he just lay there
twitching in his bloody mess
a festering cesspool of madness
as he gasped his last breath of air
this was chaos, to all of us
that was trapped
in this scene
of opiate induced dreams
my red tear drops
landed on this motionless canvas
that I now had my fingers in
smudges of wishes I did not want to see
this twisted contorted body
with the most perplexed expression
sunken in the painting of his eyes
it took me this long to realize
I was staring into a reflection of me
the beginning to the end
of addiction in my habituary
& every gambler knows the equation
of addictive equality
it's just as addictive to lose, as it is to win
so I swore vengeance
in the land of the living or the dead that we would box again
but I had to build my resistance, tolerance, balance
speed, strength & endurance
& to do this I indefinitely needed to train
shut your eyes
you didn't listen
for how could you see to read
that's ok there are
some rules that can be broken
& some that shant as written
can you taste the blood I bleed
can you hear him scream
wake up this is just a dream
have you ever been scared of your own shadow
do you have a hero
in your skies
can you see the monsters
in my eyes
can you hear me whisper
in your ear
my deepest fears
that I am somewhere else
you are still here
to read what I have bled
from that hole in my head
& its brilliant colors
that just disappear
just waiting to reappear so attempt to follow
my heart's blood stream
& you might get to know its flow
the gamble of chance
in those 5 draws
I decided to not draw with lead
black covering white paper
I stare at black etching boards
& start to carve the black off instead
hoping the white may shed
light & insight
from an abyss of blackness
I see within the core of my head
the gamble of this game of cards
& how long did it take
to put my etchings into motion
if you could only fathom
the venom in the snake
is half as poisonous
as the poison in that night
I sat at a table
& smelt smoke filter through the air
as he spoke, hey kid are you feeling lucky
I said that's why I am here, that's why I was there
for that dare of chance
two black hands started to shuffle
the deck of cards over the white table
5 draws of 5 card poker
said the gravely voice of this smoker
jokers, & one eyed jacks are wild cards
cut to see who gets 1st deal
I cut an ace of spades & said good luck
is it luck I need
take a closer look at me
and tell me what you see
was this a trick question
for his face parades
didn't leave a hint of expression
I mean what could be seen in 8 shades
of black
then he cut deep in the deck
a one eyed jack
& because it was his table
he dealt 1st
I flipped my hand over
as I tasted the grits of rust
in the deepening crust
of the gamble
as he mumbled
there's no trickery in this dance
just pure rotten greed
& how much venom can you handle
or just how much can you fake
he then threw his whole hand
& picked up 5 more cards
I discarded 4
& kept my queen of hearts
because it was intuition
or a crazy vision
like a dream of sorts
that I could feel was real
I felt like it had been perhaps
dealt to me before
I even walked into this etching in motion
if you can imagine
just through that door
I walked into my 1st art exhibit
somewhere in the big apple
or a door in the back of my head
it was 1997
I was on my way to heaven
but I wasn't dead
but I wanted to see
the 5 larger than life paintings
that I painted & displayed in a gallery
afraid that the faded might fade from my memory
my dances with romance
the joy with my queens
the flowers & their fragrances
the love & beauty within these woman
as it starts, 2 hearts beating together, on fire 'til it parts
to cascades, of rain falls to melt the spades together, but nothing is forever
'til I see diamonds burn above, the skies of love, I see them in her eyes, sweet goodbyes
& the walk through fields holding hands with you my clubs, till the end when my heart stops pumping its blood
my paintings at this exhibit
all are done in water colors
for these reasons, to capture
mother natures' flowers
& the lords' mortal angels
on one canvas of my desires
it better be painted in the naturals
the waters that feed all life
from the rain to the rivers
that flow like gods' fingers
in to streams in dreams of beauty
that lost in the acrylics
there exists a story
apart from the critics
that I can bring to life
so just follow me
through my 5 paintings
& try to absorb it
my dances with romance
an ocean of emotion
& an abundance of feelings
my 1st one I painted is named the tulip
with every color tulip in it
but if you stare long enough
you just might see
her body
& her heart beat
in the summer's heat
can you hear the wind blowing
in waves of crackling blades
of dried out wet
can you smell the cedars
that arise in her farm house
can you see the red drips
as I softly
brush in your two lips
can you taste the baked molasses
over a marmalade sunset
as she waters
her garden of opening tulips
can you hear the melody
I strum on a thousand guitars
as I let the paint run
gone with the sun
running down your body
unframed, uncropped
god's magnificent art work
can you feel the paint trickle
down each curve, over that ark
& brushed in that heart
shaped ass
as I hold you naked
& hear you laugh
I paint the moon cut in half
& a million stars
in that windows reflection
beside where we dance
& I paint in those sapphire
blue, blue eyes
& feel your curly blond hair
brush softly through the silence of the air
as we painted two silhouettes
falling in a bed of tulips
two hearts beating as one
like a flower
flaming hearts of desire
opening the gates of her garden
in the heart of this dance
I took a chance
& that painting was overrated
because all beauty dies
with her contradicting lies
& desire that just faded
out with the brush of darkness
followed by her deceit
I pushed off again
to make time just go by
I was too tough to cry
so I learnt how to control pain
with a steel pole vain
so I turned on the radio
& the oil paints just let go
to the broadcast
to the big fight tonight
for the middleweight belt
I had wrapped around
my arm as it loosened that I felt
& heard it drop to the ground
3 years had passed
for my revenge on boxing shadow
& I had trained
& gained over 30 pounds
for this dance of violence
& I was ready
to paint this city
& taint it bloody red
so I sat in my corner
& waited for them to announce the living dead
in this corner wearing white
at 189 pounds
we have the ghost flame of the shadow
silence overcame the spectating crowd
& in this corner
we have the middle weight belt holder
weighing at 189 pounds
the shadow rain of the ghost
an uproar of screaming broke the silence
from the spectating crowd, now overbearingly loud
I raised my head
so did he as we
just sat there forever
staring at each other
& this came as no surprise
to spoil
her with the oil
on my brush with the toilet's flush
for there was my blue eyed
blond haired beauty
my queen of hearts
now on shadow's side
his new prize
so let the fight start
ding, ding, ding the bell rung
& the corrupted, stayed corrupt
as the planet just spun
like a merry-go-round
my 1st punch boxing shadow
came back out of the black
with such strength & impact
I felt my rib cage crunch with the blow
but I came back with a upper cut
as I severed my own tongue
& I tasted the blood by the gallon
I smelt my frustration & went at him like a mad man
with left & right hook combinations
with the speed of lightning
only to feel boxing shadow
was obliviously stupid he was just too fast
his dexterity his blasts
he was the king of the ring
& I was just the victim to feel his sting
I felt each cut open up
as my head jerked to the right to the left & back to the right
& one more time around
I raised a spray gun
to spray this scene
but my vision is too foggy
& this canvas is a bloody mess
a cluster of images
as I staggered & fell
all I could focus on was sounds
clustering surrounding me
this fight is fixed, I heard someone scream
as I smelled the blood soiled with oils
toxins upon the canvas spoil
that I was face down & drowning in
I heard the ref beat on the drum
by my side, where I lied
everything moved in slow motion
even my heart beat
ding, ding, ding
saved by the bell
or the man with the narcan
giving me enough time to regain
consciousness, for this dance of violence
with boxing shadow
I got back to my feet
& staggered in to my corner
& waited for the next round to begin
when it rains it pours
my twisted painted metaphors
have you ever danced
your shoes to pieces
well in 3 years I did
& all the joy & pain
that I experienced
are printed on these pages
amongst scientists and their elusive stance
& religions' inconclusive evidence
it becomes evident that at the present
I only can rely on my spiritual guidance
despite all the dogma
I tend to be a Pollyanna
after all we do live on the most negative planet
& our experiences I believe how odd they might be
are just collected as god's data
& sins never existed in his eye
it's just souls missing their goals
the 1st cell he created
he named Christ
meaning simply
we all have the divine creator in us
yes the deity exists in you & me
& its been debated
why then does man create chaos
well what use would the sun be
if it stole rain
like the joy & the pain
everything is balanced
or life would just be too easy
life isn't about choices
you see we all wrote our charts
on the other side
in which we follow to the end
the day we become a part of humanity it starts
some souls just write greater challenges
sure I got high
maybe I believed I could fly
but I cant deny
it gave me the chance
to reach out my hand
& touch the face of god
so I write my experiences inside
because one day I will be free
so there’s two doors
one door is closed tightly
the other door is open wide
its up to you
if you are interested in my metaphoric madness
my story to attempt to understand
then just follow me through
back to the etching boards
as I carve the game of chance
a helicopter fan on the ceiling
blows an uneasy feeling
over the man
over the poker hand he is squeezing
he had anteed in 1000 dollars already
so I was obliged to match his bet
not that I feared losing
for he discarded
& picked up 5 cards
in the 2nd draw
so I discarded 3
& had another queen
to accompany me
in this never ending dream
of recollections
the queen of spades
I tasted my stale cigarette
staring at the helicopter fan
above this man
slowing down & landed
upon this ground
in slow motion I got on
like always
but this time around
with the queen of spades
I flew far, far away
to a different dimension
I parted
& this is what I saw
back in my exhibit
just staring at a painting
I named the black orchid
covering this entire painting
is the deepest red flower
& if you stare in to it
you can see it breathing
this is its power
that absorbs me into it
painting her beauty
in our dance
within the fragrances
of a bed of black orchids
& the sound of my fingers
splashing upon piano keys
that smiled of joy for miles
I felt like this was a game of charades
I tasted the rain an hour before
she even opened her door
to her garden within
& now inside
her emerald greens
her black orchids
opened up in mercy
to the falling rain
as I attempt to compose something
upon this never ending piano
while simultaneously
painting this beauty
as we dance as figures of spades
my black haired beauty can you feel it brush down your back
& the deepest red lips
let the paint drops trickle
& fall dark upon your breasts
can you sense the obscurities & purities in this eclipse
& just remembering it for whatever it seems
as I just paint you in
& have to let you go
as it starts to rain cats & dogs
splashing the love in to waves
& my water colors of these flowers
just float away in rivers
& the strings in that piano get played
a melody in my lonely head
as we danced merrily slowly mad
but that’s ok sweet heart
I got lots of Band-Aids
holding me together
before I fall apart
heaven drove a hard bargain
in a non-materialistic dimension
I fear sometimes that I can't keep my end
up in that bargain in this materialistic
ballistic, apocalyptic lost planet
where I gambled to win
& my wealth was a one way ticket
to the loss of my health which is priceless
liquidating currency in my psychosis
in golden whisky alcohol rain
I played the spoons in search of an oasis
to join the coin with tales that trail for miles
in what I digested in my heads
& when all my money was gone
I was left in a bloodbath
in my own bloody aftermath
with no one to blame & too much data to explain
what exactly I have done
the bell rung
what had I become
a glutton for punishment
everything became so predictable
in this dance of violence
as my to woman
got painted in my toxins as the crass
on this oil tainted canvas
as my queen of hearts clung
& my queen of spades hung
over shadow for the moment
then I yelled we don't have all night
lets go shadow, lets fight
so I had him against the ropes
I tasted the dope
it gave me high hopes
as I boxed the shit out of shadow
I smelt it & it stank
as I herd the crowd
scream out loud
go shadow, go shadow go shadow
as I slowly sank
& shrank next to this growing giant
because it was him who had me against the ropes
testing my endurance
while leaving lesions
in my central nervous system
he was becoming invincible
I felt all his hits
fluctuating with my bad habits
it was the perfect combo
with boxing shadow
then suddenly everything became silent
but my heart beating
on the other side of the door
as I watched in slow motion
a string of red oil drop
& paint the rings floor
aint it funny when you think you're on the top
looking down but you're really lying on the bottom looking up
as your blood never dropped in a string
that painted the floor that you lie upon
in fact it was my bloodiest
rag being rung out over me in streams
the oils saturated into my pores
& stung in my cuts
I opened my slits
to see shadow standing over his painting
which was basically a red canvas
with two white dots
staring up at him
then I heard the bells sing
& shadow scream
this isn't over yet!
I continue to carve away
the black on etching boards
besides the mystery
sitting across from me
in this game of chance
he raised the stakes
to 5000 doll hairs
are you in he said
do I look dead?
& I threw what I got into the pot
he laughed cynically
& said at least not yet
have another cigarette
but I already tasted
the two I had lit
& he dealt out the cards
5 for him 3 for me
& be dammed if I didn't get my next queen
my queen of diamonds
& he said listen to me lucky
never get cocky
because you never know what happiness with those poisons
it might be your biggest mistake
because the look on your face tells me you are not clean
you're off in lala land
with what you got dealt & felt in your hand
then suddenly the ground opens
with a crack that steams
from an earthquake
that swallowed me into another dimension
the1st thing I painted in this 3rd exhibit
was her red violin
& the violets that it lied within
& this may sound twisted but if you stand close enough
you might hear the joy expressed in my laugh
as I climb in to that painted window
& listen to her graceful strokes
on that red violin strings that smokes with her bow
can you feel the blush of red
swirling & curling in scarlets
as they dance with my brush twirling from your head
as not one cloud is to be seen
the skies above
the earth below
& the love & beauty between
the beautiful fragrance
of the garden of violets
in a place without secrets
with the dance of musicians
where we intertwined, tangled our strings
of hair, that smelled like sunshine
violet eyes
can you feel the flames between your thighs
& the diamond you opened
to blow my mind
as I paint your porcelain skin
& forget where to begin
this beautiful symphony
my tangerine sunset
I painted but at the end
that painting got carried off by a strong wind
& all I was left with is the memory of our dance
& the violets with the violin that lies within
through this window
I sat on my bench
with my manager behind me
so I couldn't see him clearly
the monkey on my back
to inject another wake
just a little something on top of the alcohol
to control pain
I was wired & tired
but this was despicable
for in his corner I spoiled
not just two queens but the 3rd beauty I repainted with oils
the queen of diamonds
lost her natural beauty to me
within the toxins
they all appeared as demons
that not so elegantly draped
over shadow
my blood started to boil
as I tasted the toxins under my skin
underneath these gloves I have two fists
I bandage with tape
but what’s underneath this dance of violence
besides my teeth smashed out
shall we begin
I looked up to a sucker punch
seeling one eye shut
but I got up
to box shadow
with fists of fury
so viciously we fought
because that’s what this was about
& the sound of me falling to the ground again
this time both my eyes were sealed like an envelope
so I can only improvise on the messages
for this toxic waste who twists
in his own blood that hemorrhages
like a fountain
covering my knocked out teeth
it seemed like there was no escape
from this canvas of madness
& this deepening realm of addiction
I was out to lunch
when I realized all I had to do was peel another c note for dope
& wait for the next round
as I assemble my cards
I dealt & felt
land in my hand picked up from the table
& etched in to the black boards
I raised the bet
to 10 000
I tasted my last cigarette
& glanced at the 4th queen
in this game of chance she was my lucky black four leaf clover
my queen of clubs
& next thing I knew I was having a conversation
with that white porcelain toilet
he was saying flush me
& go down my whirl pool
& get sucked down to another dimension
come on it's cool
don't be a chicken shit & just do it
without hesitation
I flushed & dove in
standing & staring at my painting
of white & purple magnolias
in water colors painted on my canvas
sometimes I think that love
is no more
or no less
than a path that’s endless
lined with fools
as my body pours
into her door
& out again into the rain
we held hands, me & my clubs
& walked along the shore
as ripples turned into waves
I smell the magnificent magnolias
as you pick a bundle off the tree
my four leaf clover
my adored lover of mystery
back inside I painted you
your wet dress as you undress
white with a light purple in the middle
can you feel your long dark mane
so elegantly painted down your back in a fish bone braid
& drip water over the curve at the bottom of this goddess
can you feel your olive skin be brushed in
and tickle your curves as I brush over
your thin waist
over your curvaceous hips
& the red I use to paint your full lips
that drips on to my hands
as I caress the softness
of your full curvaceous clubs
as you lie still just staring at me
on a bed of magnolias
with beautiful bone structure
of this mortal creature
a sentence I could speak
would be impossible to summarize
this beauty so unique
her hazelnut dark eyes
were the last thing I painted
before she whispered the 1st & last word
I ever heard
she whispered please
I dropped everything
including my grubs
I dropped to my knees
to not waste the taste
the exquisite pollen
from this divine flower's open garden
this last dance of desires
heat passions & romance
I swear I couldn't climb any higher
with this dance of joy
I was just about to sing
a song about lovers
when everything god destroyed
when the flood gates opened
my painting floated away in the floods
along with my blood
after everything got soaken
& my heart got broken
in summer bleeding veins
I sat on my bench
totally floored
I had razor blades to cut & drain the blood
from my seeled shut eyes
I looked through the haze
I glared through an infinite number of stairs
in outrageous dares in my deepest darkest nightmares
I looked through streams of blood clustered dreams of joy, love & laughter forever after it seems
& a long maze
before I could see clearly
my four queens on the other side of the ring
this came to me as no surprise
this is the last draw
in this game of chance
I prepared my tools
to etch out the black
but instead I just sat back
& used my tools to mix
an explosive cocktail
that trails tales
behind my mind for miles
with golden whisky alcohol rain
& a concoction of heroin & cocaine
I played the spoons
hey kid are you still in the game
yelled the dealer
then deal me my 5 cards & you your one
so I did as he said
& picked up my card
I had a wild card the joker
I laughed & said they don't call me lucky for nothing
he coughed & said I’ll tell you something you are a cocky kid if you think you already won
with those blood shot eyes, when will you realize the game has just begun
if you think that 20 000 pot is yours
with no idea what I’m holding in my hand then you better count your lucky stars
does that mean you want to rise the stakes? sure anything I said
I will give you a never ending supply of drugs
a trip to the moon
& an eternity of paradise
& you will give me every black penny sitting on that white table
sure I said & tapped my vain
my last fix
as I bled a so familiar stain
& you have to sacrifice
your worthless junky life
& your deepest love a wife
I tasted the speedball & said you're on
so we both turned our cards over
bloody impossible I screamed
he had 4 kings & 1 one eyed jack
I raised the gun
up to my head
& spun the chamber
as I stared down the barrel
& pulled the trigger
as my joker fell to the ground
to the sound of the gun going off
the final toll was pain
I paid the dealer
this is not a joke
so please start laughing
because it took a lot
of miles of compiling
twisted thought
have you ever felt regret
for something you did
that you find out isn't reversible
well I did
something I cant forget
something that I pre wrote
in my soul's chart
so I live out the consequence
or this experience
I sot
so I flip the coin one last time
& fed it in to a slot machine
if to win one more chance
before I get knocked out by something one dimensional
but in this last delerium induced scene
big & small, we all fall
in the 5th & final round
just try to follow
my train of thought
& don't choke
on the plot
I let go of my guard
by dropping my gloves
beside one last punch
this would be the big crunch
the final blow, boxing shadow
we both wound back
& punched a hole in my brain
suddenly I boxed shadow
in that dark cubicle
but I had no shadow within black
I couldn't stand up
as it filled with his rain
or the blood I spilled of pain
my fire got drowned
with two inches of oxygen
left to breathe at the top
I held my breath
waiting for the inedible
my prolonged death
& blacked out
I awoke to bells ringing in my head
bells from a church
I lied back in a open coffin
& felt the tears hit me pitter patter upon my chest
from all those who I hurt
I was conscious but couldn't move a muscle
but the most frustrating thing was i was unable
to whisper, talk, or even scream
don't burry me, I’m not dead
I was witnessing my own funeral
then my father was standing over me
saying rest in peace son, rest
then the door of darkness shut forever
7 years later
quote on quote
I still live in the breathing coffin
but when I awoke
from my coma
I couldn't see, walk or talk
based on the trauma
everyone expected me to go insane
living yet dead
the conventional western medicine system
diagnosed me with the 5th overdose
with 15 minute oxygen deprivation
permanent brain damage, known to them as anoxia
so let the ignorant remain ignorant
the only thing I see being permanent
at the present
is the hanging up of my boxing gloves
& the data
I am constantly collecting in my gourd
of all my experiences for the lord
& my biggest one yet
is coming this June
starting with the reclamation
of my lost vision
but that’s not the only thing I am going to reclaim
5000 miles away from home
as I indulge in a 5000 word poem
a diverse, abstract rhyme
about my past for the last time
for I see too much else to focus on this year
to harvest on all the sorrow
all the built up rage
I shant let one tear drop
taint a single page
because I have a heeling team
in these shadow lands
who have taken my hands
& are guiding me out of this darkness
with ancient Chinese acupuncture
& joe joe with her magic jelly bean
that I planted & am waiting for it to grow
but what it is I already know
the tree of life
to grant me eternal youthfulness
wisdom & celestial paradise
but that’s not all I found
an old Latin noun
terminus ad quem
it means in English a goal
with purpose & a destiny for my soul
as a living entity
I am going to be in so deep
with Hellinger & the dream heeler
& there heeling with quantum physics
I’ll surpass all those people who are asleep
at the speed of sound
I have no doubts
in the universes prophecies
in the next year
& the years to come
I will paint again
never using it as a tool
of self deception
I will play guitar & piano & sing my verse
I will never fold what I destroyed
or take a Polaroid
& drop it on the street
excepting defeat
metaphoric philosophies
I need 3 apostrophes ''' & a you
to start a family souls sphere
until then I will keep swinging in this darkness
until the day bleeds light
I need the lord to guide me through
so I get the chance to dance with you
so I included what I promised
the 5 elements, with 5 senses, 5 draws of poker
5 fighting techniques, 5 emotions, & 5 rounds of boxing shadow, or my ultra ego
the only thing I missed
is my 5th larger than life painting
yes that’s waiting for that special flower
& to be kissed
I think I’ll name it
the essence of life
it will be the dance of my wife
there are only two ways to live your life
one is as though nothing is a miracle
the other is as though everything is a miracle
Albert Einstein
to me every hour of the light and dark
is a miracle
every cubic inch of space
is a miracle
& without the sunlight
the world is nothing but a shadow
the end
May 31st 11:40 pm
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