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Sktzo
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AWAKENING MINDS

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SYLLABICATED SYLLABUS

CATEGORY

just different

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As a demiurge of verse

I convert my hurt

As I've learned to serve

In life I was burned

And I earned to swerve

With words that curve

Like a berserk nerd so curt

Yet verbose in prose

 I've composed flows

That work In a steady level

Never disheveled

And my words of hurt concur

To never slur

Or become verbally absurd

Cause I've learned

To not believe in

Words  deceiving while receiving

And heard from the herd

And in half what's seen

Even the obscene

Might come clean

Just might reverse their curse

And convert to serve

So as an illegal regal serf

In the shadows of plateaus I lurk

Sad and disturbed

As the wicked perp

Seeks to curtail and usurp

But change can occur

Like a nihilistic jerk

To a caustic holistic herb

Never tossed a sadistic nerd

I sever the masochistic perp

Too many chickens chirp

My syllables are far from simplistic slurp

Even my radical thoughts

Are mathematical

And during my sabbatical > taught

That my soul was never bought

Was NEVER sold or purchased

Which is why I get serpents nervous

Even since way back

When I was a nervous wreck

Popping Percocet

Knowing the hurt was next

My vision blurred, syllables slurred

And every word was vexed

I learned to converse through verse

Became isolated and curt in treks

Continuously jotting down

And before dispersing I was inserting text

This ain’t a wordy jest

While hurting I'm still disconcerted

Yet worry less

And my foresight is a blurry mess

Yes, I confess

No more prognosticated theories

For those that take time to hear me

I sincerely

Speak dearly to the weary

Knowing that ALL OF YOU

Are whom my peer be

Even in days so dreary

I will speak clearly

And as my end draweth near

I will continuously draw near thee

Expecting respect

Yet never wishing for anyone to detest, loathe or fear me!

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