A Complex Complection

It was as though he was a chameleon,
Adapting his color texture and shape
to his surroundings
A wardrobe full of vibrant complications
Intricate, like his nature, by chance
this fabric was his founding
His hair was weaved in spirals messily,
As though he knew from here
he would be stunning all the same
There came slight rhythm in his movements
Unbroken like a circle, wrapped around him
outlasting stares which always came
In the shady corner of this treeless
city park where no one knows
the meaning or the of his name
With feet which were made franticly
for fleeing leaping, and leaving
him tired and totally drained
And the song he hums sounds peaceful
Although the words he doesn't pronounceate
would say otherwise
And the dance he does will captivate
Despite the haze which hangs heavy
in his eyes

And just as i adjust enough to see him
he changes the formula and for some unknown reason....
I'm surprised.

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Tags:

• Poetry
• spoken
• word
• writing
• expressions
• ideas

[DavidRandallCurtis]

Sneak... how does all this stuff get past me? I have to start a playlist for you... I hope yer happy! :P

[1Aware1]

indeed the idea of that makes me quite happy. :P

[sadmidget8000]

"and this poem is about?" asked I suspiciously.

[1Aware1]

lol, I pondered why suspiciously? and thought.

this poem is about a man i saw once, in civic center park, to be simple, although there is always more to that story lol.

[1Aware1]

wow, never before has anyone broke down the way that i write so detailed, thank you so kindly for havin the courae to see my words and what they mean in reards to the world and my perception and then understanding it better then i ever have. it is for people like yourself which i write.

[sadmidget8000]

not you, "harleynanda" i like your long and windly sentenses. it's said these imitate thought. look at my only vid, you'll see why suspiciously.

[1Aware1]

i do only say what i mean, what i mean may not be simple, infact most anything worth saying knowing or thinking is, i say what i mean in full, not in sumerization, thats all. but yes i adore words, as i do many other things which may seem to everyday to adore, but that is my nature, i adore gray skys, and the way light bounces off street signs in the night, sorry if it coplicates you, or me to you.

[sadmidget8000]

dude, you really like words don't you? don't wanna be an ass but just say what you mean

[harleynanda]

... these fully engaged though detached and not possessing, yet constant in process. Your intrigue, obsession, insights, and visions are a fascination to share. Thank you for leaving these doorways wide.

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[harleynanda]

... of the two which gives both rise and purpose to the energy they generate. And your love for this dance is expressed through the admiration of your words, a fascination for reasons and relations unrevealed to the common eye. Many poets translate the world through their write as the measure of their focus. You shed these visions like a perpetual stream, a byproduct outpouring of your interpreting through the immediacy of your examination and emotions, ...

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