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Sktzo
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AWAKENING MINDS

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Broken Protocol

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Breaking protocol when I fall
Knocking down doors
I’ve been reinstalled
To ignite a lyrical war
Ready to wage war and ready to battle
I’ve already taken the seven headed beast by its horns
As I control the reign from its saddle
Brittle spirits over thrown
I know I’ve grown
I know I’m known
Due to seeds I’ve sown
My words are mentally shown
My thesis has emotionally flown

Out of this worlds fly zone
This is a place in my own dome
I made a clone of my own clone
Now I fly into battle inside my own drone

Acoustically fanatic
Enigmatically dramatic
Sharing light and insight for your sight
I’ve been called highly stigmatic

I’m not a stigma but yet maybe
Because I’m recognized
To break necks like I break ties
I’m like a collapsed star that just fell from the skies

Started my own psychological colony
Except there is no physical prison
The only light in my planet is created through my own prism
Forget political theories because my words cause an allegorical schism

Forget lyrical metaphors
I’m no longer stuck in the desire to be known
I’d rather die knowing I shared everything
That I ever experienced or all that was EVER known

My mind is like a box Pandora
I wear halos over my soul
And like the Tree of Life
I have a Cabbalistic aura
The wisdom that took me centuries to gain
I now share with my daughter

Fallen angels every where that I look
I found the power to over come sin the truth was found in a book
The book that you’re reading words from your screen
I don’t mean to be mean
Neither do I need to demean
Cause only insightful minds will truly know what I mean

I’ve come to you raw
And yet I always come clean
I’m a sinner by title, and yet I’m still considered a saint
Because his blood washed me clean
And although I currently live a nightmare
I still push for my dream
So the images of a dangerous present and future collapsing
I use precise verbiage to help me have a horrible picture paint

I was once disgustingly tainted and dirtied
Even I, was eclipsed with emotional scurvy
I was born wicked, filthy and dirty
But then I was able to metamorphosize
And NOW nothing can hurt me!

SkTzO

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