this poem is not written upside down

this poem has flowed through my blood
but i did not know it was this poem
sensibility and similies are similar of significance
when you have felt that which the pen out-pours

this poem is not tumbled into concurrent misplace
by scenarios that unfold in uneven ravelling
string by string, this poem takes decades of decense
to understand that throughly it means to say

the fruits can never sprout fore the bark
the bark can never form fore the root
the seed is the base layer for all germination
this poem is seed ,roots bark,branch,fruits-then seeds all over

this poem is not arisen in a disjoint accord
that each bits are fragmented in a nebulous approach
but if you but your ears into this poem
no affair of yours shall remain upturned

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the ink that flows into this poem is sacred
ere this poem was delved from the deepest crude
and i insist a poem must remain ever raw
for emotions that spring inspiration are like a dagger

this poem is not derived from the mastery of eloquence
or the formal needs that boredome itch the palms
but all that there is left of  heavy cloud
is the reminant that the earth find as rain

this poem is not masterminded to cheat the intelligence
vain politicians are the publicists of the nobler books
yet the emotion that seems to uprise is frozen
for the pen that feels-but the body never that suffers

this poem has been combatant with sufferance
it has burnt through the forge of the blacksmith
and travelled in the rage of the seething sun
that its strength of conveyance is indepted

3
this poem was constructed deep in aggitation
the north and south pole refused to be woven
the sun rose in the west and set in the east
hence this poem began its format in the blood pulse

this poem does not prophecy the accuracy of pain
a true poem has but one attainable feeling
so if it is sorrow that is dispatched in its momentum
the poem can never be a solace for pain itself

this poem does not have the anticipation of joy
hope fleed,inorder for the poem to become formed
nothing is heart-felt than hard-felt impacts of dejection
that propels-when this poem is shortly to be retrieved

this poem was gotten from the lions jaw
this poem is the yolk in an ameoba formless
this poem must be tutored in a silent terrain
where it speaks gently into the minds of the scholar
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this poem is not written from sole to crown
the place of the head is high above the rest
then the body is the strand that links the top
connecting with the base that wedges beneath

in the sequence that a poem truelly has but knowledge-
the meta physical phase of the poem contacts the poet
then he has realised that he has captured the poem
from the feeling together that blends with the scene

this poem either could end on a very gay account
if the mood swings into something much more cheerful
but this poem was scalded in blackest hell
so that the face is far from chuckles and smiles

there is honest knowledge that rouses from pangs
it is like a wound later that forms into a hunger
then when the lyre of the pen softly pours
the wisdom of foredone pain is a lasting healer

5
this poem out-reaches from inner the conscience
it is the heart truly that is the most novel lyricist
but a lifeless heart has no more poems to concede
and a dead conscience only can create a hypocritical allusion

this poem does not uphold the hierachy of love
to cluster the heart with smugs of hatred
there is deceit the rises from false claims of tales
when a poem has nothjing that binds it to reality

the truth that a man can give must be accepted
knavy men have given one,but swindled one fold
the devil has given us all,but entraped our souls
only the creator truelly gives life's breath free

this poem seeks nothing more.even unto acknowledgement
the poety can die unnoticed in the wilderness or wild
but this poem is wiser even that the poet
for shakespeare's legend is lower to the tale of hamlet

6
this poem was loved then let alone
like a newly born that copes with a mother begone
if the foremost hands that must cradle the child
have left the warmth undone-the poem suffers as such

this poem is exposed to the hardness of the hail
if a man is born as one of the sailing clouds
when tension disintegrates the ecosystem to bubble
the clouds are dark-and so has turned this poem

no poem ever comes out from the vulgar of hell
not scalded by the heat of a resonating predicament
but ode! this poem was salvaged from the doom
and longer shall last through its fatal uprise

this poem can foretell the catastrophe clothe amidst
the fortune of man to toil in damned reminant
that earth has become from paradise to penury
hence the future becomes deeper in anarchy

7
a man can trust this poem than a friend
its safe to choose ink thaty a knave of wolves
then if the ink has wit that uprises from philosophy
harken i say! than expose the back to be stabbed

this poem is easy that goes as a soft friend
when the words befriend the ear that is eager
but i have seen men give the hearing to lies
that man's gestures are more truthful than poetry

this poem is penetrating softly and slowly
more with the ease the words become slippery
when it sinks and mixes with the thought
and compels a man wiser by its gainful words

this poem is never a friend to culprits,or accomplices
in the dispatch of those traits that wrong humanity
but the further a man grows in woes
does not mean that he must suit the situation

8
this poem is sheer of tolerance's competence
thus that is tested through through trails
but does not bewilder in the plight of compromising
though its thought flashes through the perspective

this poem truelly is a souveneir of fidelity
having being immersed in the turgid tourcheur of turmoil
but the next that comes after booning calamity
is a tale that is written in dripping blood

this poem is a wound and its healer
for lessons that come hard to learn
in the end is the substantial scab that covers
while the scar must be a rememberance,blood cloth

this poem has sustained through all the woes
inorder to emerge from the darkness of uncertainty
but now it stands triumphant in worse peril
that gulped it-then spat it out

9
this poem is the hole in a confining cubical
that compels the plant to bend its way
when darkness elopes the containing space
only this source of illumination could be sufficient

if grace is bestowed upon the fortune of man
surely it must superceed the weakness of this poem
and empower it with the mercy that suddenly forms
when hope seemed to banish itself,so suddenly

then by this thin lifeline,this poem hangs
because clemency is genuinely a gift of unaffordable
but gently God has paid the cost for all men
that favour might be sprinkled upon every head

this poem is embelished supremely by mercy
and he that hes given thanks giving for his fall
hasw fallen truelly not at all
only but learnt astute paths to judiciously throde