Remit the cognition

Remit the cognition

A Poem by vindictivesunshine

Sometimes I stop and think among the chaff and weed,

and cease to define the distance between us.

The bitter touch held in salty air,

preserving my own self-depricating ways.

Ethereal until the sphinx lays waste of you and I.

Somehow time and space do conspire to withold,

to fission the fussion.

Tournique's truth to uphold in a stanza such as this.

To be your regicide, my suicide.

Truer still is the feather that fails to fear

the allure of the deep crush of the iris.

Yet in creeping, my gait is shaky, run steady

but weaning will

© 2009 vindictivesunshine


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You make abstract beautiful. I cannot thank you enough for being another source of inspiration. Wicked alliterations by the way. Keep it up and you could be the next Martin Carter!

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

well at least u think you still got a shot...
i wonder if anyone else who reads your stuff gets it. i get it cause i have firsthand experience with it...hmmm...great work nevertheless

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Kingston, Jamaica



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I'm the jagged pill you thought you'd never take and maybe your great mistake. I'm your 1 true fear. But really i'm a simple guy on the verge of adulthood enjoying spilling this ink trickling from bra.. more..

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