The old tell the young Don’t leave the store unmindedI’ve gone a step further Left the store of my mind unmindedMy unminded mind is a travesty beyond words Licorice on my fingertips makes me Feel like a psychopathWaiting on a Sabbath never comesMy unminded mind gasps for breath Resuscitates and recreates words Paints edible pictures to make you Get your second wind in my breathMake you open your liliaceous lips to Hungrily absorb my sentiments, Your temperamentFeels my words cry You see & feel your loneliness Like you thought you never felt it beforeThe helpless ones, the children and the hungerDesires awaken, I’m a word mongerForget your Oreo cookies and ice creamDesires die tomorrow along with the windThey didn’t mind the store of their mind eitherI’m not alone in not mindingUnsolicited freedom rings in some country far awayMy mind leaves behind Stores energy of its kind trying to find out & unwindAnother way in or another way out Of this rabbit maze my world whirls Whirlpool faze with sheeps in wolf’s clothingA different design The I and I goes way Beyond the words we know
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Published on September 03, 2015 18:37