mindFULL, MINDless

mindFULL, MINDless

A Poem by WEIGHWITHWORDS
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BEING MINDFUL OF THE MINDLESS;

THE SPINELESS;

IS PRICELESS.

 

BEING ABLE TO SEE IT;

ENABLES ONE TO BELIEVE IT.

 

THE PURPOSE,

SURPASSES THE SURFACE;

IT'S TOO CLOSE TO WORTHLESS.

 

I REALLY DO LISTEN WHEN FLOKS TALK CASUALLY;

AND WATCH WHEN THEY REACT DRASTICALLY;

IT ENCOURAGES AND REINFORCES MY STRATEGY.

 

I AM AN EYEFUL; INTENSELY NIMDFUL.

 

THE TICKING OF THE CLOCK,

KEEPS ME SOLID AS A ROCK.

 

THERE WERE MOMENTS OF BLINDNESS...

RANDOM S**T,

MINDLESS.

 

BECOMING MATURE

RENDERS THOSE THINGS OBSCURE;

STRANGE,

WRONG ATMOSPHERE;

AN INCORRECT RANGE.

 

THE RIGHT INGREDIENTS HAVE ENTERED THE BLEND;

MY MIND DOESN'T SPIN;

IT ZEROES IN;

WEIGH WITH WORDS

FROM THE PEN.

 

I STAY MINDFUL OF THIS FACT;

MINDFUL THAT I'M BLACK;

TO BE MINDFUL IS PROGRESSION

MINDLESS IS TO FALL OFF TRACK.

© 2015 WEIGHWITHWORDS


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Added on January 15, 2015
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