My Own Enemy

I fly the skies along the side a mind divine, inclined to find the time to calculate existence.. I ride up high, my eye enticed by light and immeasurable darkness.. The giver takes a stance, in a moment so advanced...and there's a truant on the moon........my own enemy.

A purpose surfaces serving a service purposed a purchase, a perfect person to calculate accumulations.. A segment of land takes it's place in the sands of time, divine and inclined to demand the light of the altercation...a mass confusion.. The giver takes a stance, in a moment so advanced...and there's a truant on the moon.........my own enemy.

A window to the other side, a magic force you can't deny. All good deeds don't go unseen, useless illusions, an ancient deceit.. The takers give their stance, a truant on the moon..a mistress holds back, a mind with one track..it's for a moment so advanced......................

Reviews

[Nwang]

Your poems are like going through a mindscape.....lost and confusing....looking around all these fragmented images....I am not sure what is false and what is real....then bam! I am at the beginning of time.
You sir are a true Prophet.
Love your writing, its unfiltered and the flow is so immense that I flow with the tide.

[Payton ThaProphet]

Thank you :)

[LazerRays]

this is really good! i enjoy all of your writings!!!

[Payton ThaProphet]

Thank you :)

[Lauren_The_Awesome]

Loved this poem. Loved the imagery. Very nice job :)

[Payton ThaProphet]

Thank you :)