Sinking Another Hand

Sinking Another Hand

A Poem by Julius Whitfield

I'm tired of playing it safe; indecorous oblivion

torsion hides the torid from becoming scarce

nonsense for opprobious surrounds me

even when it wouldn't dare touch me in means to stimulate

but what i've given up is discourse

to speak in screams only i don't want to confide

with this mess, it's still turgid and pretentious

against me when i need to see, to breathe

instead of being a lie

show me something worthy before we collide together

relapse in this motion and rest your head

lingering in a bleak disguise

show me something worthy before we collide together

relapse in this motion and rest your head

i'll work to rearrange expired notions into measures

just wait your turn and you'll be welcomed by the wade

befriend benevolence in comfort and let it settle beneath you

in any condition just so you can feel stimulated

but what i've given up is discourse

to speak in screams only i don't want to confide

with this mess, it's still turgid and pretentious

against me when i need to see, to breathe

instead of being a lie

singing in this shallow threshold

show me something worthy before we collide together

relapse in this motion and rest your head

Now that i've wrestled amounts of audacity and reliance

The suicide of validity suffers among sanity

where nothing is of sanctity and adoration means everything to me

i'll beat the weakness with enough tilling until my interconnectedness is sought out

but what i've given up is discourse

to speak in screams only i don't want to confide

with this mess, it's still turgid and pretentious

against me when i need to see, to breathe

instead of being a lie

burning a embrocate demarcation through you

show me something worthy before we collide together

relapse in this motion and rest your head

but what i've given up is discourse

to speak in screams only i don't want to confide

with this mess, it's still turgid and pretentious

against me when i need to see, to breathe

instead of being a lie

ensconcing another rod through those extremity

show me something worthy before we collide together

relapse in this motion and rest your head

© 2008 Julius Whitfield


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Julius Whitfield
Julius Whitfield

St Louis, MO



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21 yr old artists (writing, music, drawing, and performances) who has been befriended by pencils for years. I like to report my life's experiences through poetry and comedy, which are most of the time.. more..

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