25 Trees

25 TREES

Proverbs
Seven times rise, seven times fall
25 years and standing tall

The 25 Poet who went too soon

left 25 rhymes and 25 tunes
My eyes alive am  25
seems like yester since I was 5
25 trees and made it through
25 tears that watered you
25 storms all come and gone
now 25 roots and keeping strong
cause two plus five encircles me
the five plus two mysterious HE
Now 25 long and nothings changed
but 25 thoughts all rearranged.

Mythical_Poet


A SOLITARY LIFE

I live a solitary life filled with humble strife
and walk a lonely road with no 'friends' abode
I talk to natures clouds, and sing with chirpy birds
and keep a dog as pet, with such there is no threat.
I try to understand, whats true in all this land
to court this world alone, at times I feel unknown.

I travel here and there without a future care
the only road I know must let my feelings flow.
Im far away from home, forever in nature roam
a stranger on this earth, for what it is my worth

to question destiny, my blessed family,

I crave  sincerity give  no apology.
I talk with just few girls who're brave to talk with me
but let even fewer see, this tender side to me.
They plant me separately, mere curiosity
I hate their flamboyancy, killing me softly.

Cause whoever finds me  discovers gold inside

In God I do confide and that I cannot hide

then mingle with the crowds but not too blind to see
that the only way for me is a life solitary.

Mythical_Poet



A GENIUS

IS
A LONER WHO'S GETTING COLDER THAN A ICE REFRIGERATOR
YOU LOOKING AT A GENIUS WHO DON'T SWEAT TO SPIT WORDS
LIKE THE VOLCANO SET TO BLOW AWAY RATIOS OF TOWNS
A GENIUS I MEAN THIS, BORN WITH A BRAIN DICTIONARY
A MELANCHOLY PERSONALITY SET WITH A MOODY TONALITY
I WRITE STACKS OF DOPE STORED IN MY MIND
THAT FLOWS OFF PAPER LIKE A CABLE RUNNING WILD
PAINTING PICTURES WITH A BRUSH UNIQUE
THE TRUTH I SPEAK
BEEN HAVING VISIONS SINCE A CHILD
HALLUCINATORY STEAMS OF DREAMS OF JESUS COMING
HAHA
FOR LONG IVE BEEN SLEEP, NO MORE MR. CHEAP
NO MORE TO WEEP BUT OIL TO KEEP.
PSYCHOLOGICALLY SLAUGHTERING SHEEP
GAMES DEEP.
A GENIUS, NO WEED OR REFER BUT THOUGHTS ON PAPER
THIS WILD IMAGINATION OF MINE
THIS SCHIZOPHRENIC CHIME SUBLIME
THIS NATURAL DOPAMINE  WINE
DISPLAYED IN DISHES OF EFFORTLESS RHYMES
LIKE PROPHETIC INSPIRED SLANGS.
CAUSE IVE HEARD ALL THE VOICES AND SPOKEN TOO
AND CRIED RIVER TEARS ALL THROUGH
AND THE HEART DID BURN LIKE FIRE WASHING YOU.
A GENIUS DIFFERENT LIKE PEOPLE FROM TWO RACES
QUIET AND LOUD WITH WORDS LIKE TWO FACES
THE WAY I AM IS A MYSTERY
THE WAYS OF MY LEFT HAND IS SECRECY
WHY AM I LIKE THIS, WHY DOES THE SUN SHINE
WHY AM I LIKE THIS, WHY IS SUMMER HOT
I AM WHAT I AM AND NO REGRETS
IN POETRY BOOKS MY DESTINY'S SET
ILL BE THIS WAY UNTIL I DIE, PLEASE DONT ASK ME WHY.
WHY THIS ONES A SWEETY
ITS CAUSE IM A GENIE, PLEASE DON'T BELIEVE ME.