the beat of my drum sings songs unsung like the beat of silence as it turns it's other cheek as the unseen counterpart juxtaposes in reflection, I am like like a tree I reach out for inspiration from the stars for new energy I reach out creating intricate openings so I can breathe sapping these human's unwanted gas so they can breathe I stand still with patience I will finish my task but I move too slow for them they cut off what gets in their way and though I'm rooted in death and shit what better place for growth? what better juxtaposition for my visible half, rooted in air and light? what better way to appreciate and understand freedom then to have a foundation that's down to earth? the beat of my drum sings songs unsung the tune of your ears as they listen for truth the sounds from your mouth as you look for proof some men should remain animals for they would never care enough to be conscious of their consciousness failing to appreciate the gift their mirrors are shattered sending light refractions in all the wrong places only sometimes illuminating broken truths the mind's eye is the spectacle of the brain a spectacle with an infinitely changing prescription it has the power of choice it has the power of focus and even broken mirrors have whole pieces you just have to adjust your focus and read between the lines the beat of my drum sings songs unsung
its a bit scattered and so i am having trouble pulling out one clear theme. but i like the first four lines very much.
This poem is really earthy. I think its really good, just a little editing and it would be phenomenal.
i can't think of any way to edit this... i'd forgotten i'd even wrote this. it WAS done out of no where just for you guys, and so may seem a bit scattered, but "you just have to adjust your focus and read between the lines"... you may see my train of thought BUT if you guys have some more specific criticism, like how you think a part's scattered or suggestions for editting it, i'd love to hear it