Couch Potato

contention of whispering souls' intent,
hourglass measuring dimensia.
grappling wrists need'nt struggle,
nor fragrant flowers ascent.

convicted, never progressing,
condemned to no hearts extreme.
stirring none great lofty motives,
nor any bar worth bearing.

complicating, beckoning, complacence.
passages a time no step unpleasured,
no stone thought, nor truth ascending.
contemplations?....increasing vacants.

pricked holes with embraced ambition
ground jaws pass a winter season
twitching beats catch crystal diodes
starkening elusive vision
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Posted: Sep 2009
About this poem:
It's not suppose to make sense! So scold

I kid...

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