Turning Poem by Bragg Adocio

Check your subconcious for hidden thoughts of the mind
Shared dreams
yours and mine

Words like stop signs
Catch your attention
Cut the rope, dropp the beat
Watch my suspense and
Check the depths of your suspension

I rock to the middle of the beat
'Cause the edge cnt hold it's weight in gold
Even if I forgot what I was just told I still nod my head like the memory of an etch-e-sketch

Chisle and still rock to the rosetta stone of coded language
Standing on top to find my vantage point

Soap-boxes
Scream through screens of rocket powered dreams of mind
Body
Soul
Did I mention, body?

Why is it that 'no' sounds so much like 'know'?
Leaving knowledge at the doors of my subconcious,
I only let REMnants of daymares through the gate

do you share my dreams of late?
But how late does late have to be before it becomes early?
How late do I have to be b4 you strt to forget me?
And that's what's been on my mind lately.

If I told you that I was love, would you have the doctors sedate me?
If braincells cnt heal from trauma what makes you think that they can make me?

I have to Stop thinking of long walks on beaches like that one movie with no name
In fact, it might've just been a dream

Maybe life is a dream
Maybe my dreams are more real than anyONE can ever program bc I have ZERO tolerance for viruses in my matrix

ZERO tolerance for doubt means 99.9% for trust and.1 for non-chaulant
But crunching numbers has never been my strong suit
Maybe I should work out more
Or find a better tailor to hav my mind reworked into
Re-sewn into
Re-written into minds of poets more deserving

I find the thought of lonely days un-nerving
As in;
the thoughts stop racing, the hearts stop beating, the fingers stop feeling and the soul stops searching bc, without you,
There's no love,
Just hurting.

Morphine don't stop it
It just strts the burning
Sitting in silence on my boxspring
The spiraling springs point me to my ceiling fan and it just keeps turning, turning
And
Turning.