Turnaqit Poem by Whudie Grymz

Turnaqit



coupaling positions are transitor radio waves
that entice the broken to an unerring amount of money
calculated by the amount of love mixed with soil
and belief struck me as a model for the
next generations ability to reach
above the grounds earthquake

to search in each grain
when the games the same and dispondant stares
go unnoticed in the pounding
of the partitions
hoopla i am fervent to
occur in most
destinations with an innoculated masterpiece

couplaing to occur amoung grace of my only weighted chance to explain
why i am so bane
and to explain a new direction filled with enticing touch and unbounded
invitation
i am not only but a lass my young sir i am a
swan seeking penitent
evolution around a growing ignorance that somebody heard you
to reenact what the demand was

to search within ones soul for a bite or a chance at ingravatude is
a chancers way of burying his friends because the top is lonely on purpose

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Humans cannot think that there would be something so new that another event would take place to help them out. They must jostle and bother the very matter that seemed to be creating a new existence for everyone. The fight that endures proves darwins theory of humans being violent creatures with similarities only in there body parts. Where does the distinction lie? Where does the change occur that turns the platitude for intelligence on? Is there a supremacy in weakness? Does the etomology need to be studied in order to get a better weakness in behavoir that I can congeal a better factor in controlling the mind at behavoirs to train a lifetime of actions. The understanding that we are floating out of control in an atmosphere bound to be infinite does not modify its one wish. To be beautiful no matter what.
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