Def Poetry #3

I feel re-used
By the same sights
I see.
Day in and Day out
Therapeutical Snooze
to change what I perceive
But I walk blindly and
am Finding

That.

I can't control everything.
I can control me
But fuck censorship
Roll freely as a tide
feel the spirit of this side of the debate
inside of nate
Waging war over
My tortured brain.
to explain the decisions
with precisions
to refrain from certain
thoughts wrought and
brought out from doubts
within state of being.
I'm in the state of
seeing, I can't wait
to be pleasing my
inner thoughts decieveing
things i sought.

You ought,
to understand that it is okay.

It's a safe bet to know you may
never know and just cause you
licked your finger doesn't mean you
can tell where the wind blows.

But kites will still fly.
and the leaves leave the branches of the trees taking chances
on life.
They flitter down to the soil toiling
in the breeze a pot of water boils somwhere
someones sneezed but the leaves decompose.
And from the fertile remains a seed will grow
and in these domains photosynthesis
has no apprentices, master of it's trade
made to appreciate the sun ray, coy inter-
play like ivy on a vine ensnare my mind.
And this plant metaphor is done.