Thoughts From A(N) (Uncreative) Brain Poem by Eduardo Jacobo Miranda Garcia

Feel inside, the woman with pride licking stones to make them shine.
The sky will fall, the rocks my trumble, my heart will become a wall and everybody won't go. They'll stay 'till the end of space, but their mind and thoughts will grow. I see one just right there, all ripe and it shines. There I see a seed of an idea, waiting to be put in dirt. Everybody know we need trees to breath, everybody should know we need thoughts to live.
The see. That's all what I want to be, be free and not to be. All I want is she. High up in the sky the moon. The moonrise and shines. The clock goes clockwise, the love goes lovewise and the shoes go shoewise. There's no time to look through time.
Just waiting to be, there is an unborn child inside a woman and a man. They don't know yet. The feelings will bring them toghether and the will be a child.
High up in the sky far away from the moon, the stars, sounds and colors there is a thing. It's weird, hard to explain, has no name (yet) . It hasn't ''been'' yet, but it's there. Just like the unborn child.
Poems are written, are thought, are explained, are full of thoughts. Such a wonderfull thing, should be written in a poem. A poem within a poem.
Don't you think?