If you want to see poetry like me,
thats a good
thing, I'll lay my secrets on thee,
If you don't want
to see poetry like me,
well that's too
bad, too late to turn back now, hehe ;]
There's this
constant tick of time,
always going on in
our head,
what you have to
do is get inside that clock,
then stop it in
it's tracks, like boots full of lead.
Once time has
stopped,
you have to
navigate the scene,
Sherlock Holmisize
the shit out of every bit 'til its wiped clean,
with a keen eye
sweep,
leave no surface
visually untouched,
get every nook an
cranny,
dust bunnies had
better rush.
Once you have
explored this scene
and seen all you
can see,
step back and see
what the visual notes reveal,
to see what themes
you can see.. you see?
Take these themes
and tie them
together,
Till they're light
as a helium balloon,
and will float
like a feather.
They'll manifest
into a nest, which'll house a bird,
the best part of
that is not the bird, but it's turd.
See it goes and
picks little seeds of ideas, then takes off into the sky,
Going where it
pleases, and letting it's little bird turd-bombs fly.
If these ideas are
good, they will SPLAT! – take seed and grow.
And hey guess
what? Now there's more scenery to get to know ;]
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