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  • Jazzy G
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    I appreciate you taking the time to read it. It is a lengthy poem, I know. Sometimes people change and you have to learn them anew unfortunately, but its a miracle she even made it so I am grateful nonetheless. Thankz 4 reading!

  • Parkinsonspoet
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    I feel honoured that you have shared such personal insight. Honest with raw emotion a powerful write

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  • Jazzy G
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    A Nefarious Love Thing

    (A mental struggle between me and my mother who had a dramatic event, in which left her in a coma for awhile. She was expected to be a vegetable, but fully recovered)

    Memories of her resonate and transcend my mind into a battlefield,
    the cold war is taking place by the fire as the embers grow blistering...
    they begin to go pop, pack, and snap...

    The anomalous sound makes my pen leak droplets of complex words that bring feelings of animosity
    flustering and flourishing inside until I decide...
    How can you really be the one that does back flips like Bruce Lee with the foot-sweep?

    The ambivalence really at one time thrashed my mind, but..now I get the picture....
    and I think I..finally realize...
    Not even you were on my side...

    I whimper and woah, but the tears that fall before her are as dead as soldiers...
    No conscious to feel remorse,
    but still remains the constant tremble of the small trench you have perched yourself inside

    The damnedest feeling of stillness, the lull, a whiff or gander,
    sweet is the Picasso who paints welted scenes of dashed ichor atrocious,
    but in a strange way splendid and ravishing to no end is the mural she leaves in her tracks....
    With her diametrical mannerisms it takes almost a psychologist to foreknow her true ambivalent nature....

    Then she takes a turn...at first seeming as if she chose the right path,
    but soon thereafter the path becomes obstructed, riddled with bodies....
    The Trail of Tears devastating, but soon forgotten by those who feel looking on-forward is best...

    The greater good isn't always achieved by looking on-forward,
    but by rewinding the clock and taking note of the diametrical occurrences of the past
    that sometimes causes a tsunami of feelings that crash and bang until you blow up into an up-welling, inferno, a blaze!
    But how could you watch this? Are you a snake? What is this? A mirage?
    Because all I see is a wolf in sheep's clothing..

    Tantalizing...
    her eyes drag me into a trance, but then...
    The nuce tightens up and I realize you were choking me all along...
    Her words are "I'm sorry" and "I love you" she gives me a gentle hug with breath caressing my neck....
    I lay close...so calming...
    Tricking myself into believing that things would be different..

    The wold that blew down my house is now begging for my remorse
    My shield begins to disarm itself...
    I start to feel negligent about the time lost, but hold up! I can't let myself fall into this trap its all too familiar...

    I swear this is just fuc-.. I mean messed up and this wolf can't see me cry...
    The ambivalence I spoke of may remain, but I gotta wake up...
    Freddie Kruger isn't really there...
    The accident was more serious then I had once thought
    But...the world will never know will they?
    Her eyes again tantalizing,
    but I won't allow my mind to transcend any longer....for if I do....
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