Thank you: A Poem I named Alone

[Advent Verbal Kent]

Me? A perceptive gazing hawk startled struck.
Stuck between bark and a stalk of stark reality.
Who would of thought one could be blinded from this view...to kill
A lady lark foreplaying an orgasim by each fluid stroke of a harp
Her wrists went limp as the whites of her eyes got dark.
Have you ever seen essence in a hurry?
Maybe a soul rushing not to get burried?
I have. Come to think. We almost got married.
Until I climbed that cliff. So much truth lies in these fingertips
The blood rushed from her lips...
...as I took aim and watched their white wings carry.
Carry every thought. Every imperfection away slower than a fairy
In a merky swamp sludged....plugged with trees rooted by evil.
Civil? Why? But everything is fair in love and war. Right.
Ironic...She left me one thing that I can love and adore.
Something more amazing than any skyscrapper's perspective.
Something more pure than a sinning angel neglected of resurection
Something I can call my own...Made from our rotting flesh and bone.

A poem I named Alone


AvK

[homeyjay]

Man you were on to something 'til you went and ...
Naw man, just kiddin' this is a very good piece.
Infact you are where I am trying to get in my work.
A brother is tryin' to evolve in this thing thanks for,
the inspiration if I hadn't dropped my piece first. I
would have sworn that I was sampling from yours.
Keep 'em comin' yo.

[Advent Verbal Kent]

Haha...

Im glad you got a sense of humor.

Keep diggin.


AvK