UNFINISHED WORDS COLLECTION

Grand puppeteer it is once again on stage;

With a black hat on and his ghastly beards all grown up

Some of the audience came intrigued as they came in pair

Chit-chatting to each other about his last performance 

Like the topic of the year

Some came in with a deaf hear like they were beefing the puppeteer

Blaspheming his art word like "hey! there goes the People's Award Con artist

of the year" extracting from people like the fake beggar over there

As soon the beggars heard they paced off running for their dear life

Light shimmered a little bit down as the audience who were standing 

all found comfort on their chair or the ground 

Lingering for the characters to all show up 

Letter (A) came on stage as (B) followed him like his junior bro

This system was followed until the Letter (Z) showed up

Some were intrigued some were confused,

Some were like "i told you so" some were like "dude this ain't daycare"

But as he started moving them bit by bit it started coming out clear 

A puppeteer he maybe but has strong love for words 

As he pushed the strings back and forth he 

Conjured out words like magic dust 

Left the critics null with no faults to pinch on

Emiting words like playing drums mixing phrases like

a DJ does with a song mixing idioms like writing a guest list.

Resounding applauded most of them awarded him while the others

were reluctant and too ashamed to even more their hands 

Never underestimate the capability of an 

Like a man in love would say i miss you in a temperate voice and touch at sundown

trying to stir up the right moment eg. LUST 

A popular boring phrase but committed and effective with a manly voice; 

I would say i miss my spinning pen with a melancholy lilt

craving it's touch and thoughts like a DJ trying to mix his beat without spins

embellished with creativity and intellectual abilities

divine rythms like deitrick haddon He's Able gospel song dedicated to Almighty God

At that moment when my pen kept spinning a new shake spear was born but

a renewed version with love for hip-hop and lupefiasco songs 

and if it's not too much to add a better balcony scene maybe with air ballons and skip the climbing of trees 

Saw no limitations to the length of the methaphors i could engrave into my poetic piece   

Saw no end to a particular piece because everyline kept shouting unfinished piece

eyes all gaped at my journal like every other night like one of those 90's soap operas

BOLD AND BEAUTIFUL i think it was 

with a bacony, white house, gardens trying to etch this romeo and juliet feel once again

except there was no juliet in my scene only a pen and paper which filled me like i found my missing rib

On the cold floor my butt found it's comfort as the gentle breeze hovered my glittering skin 

i hibernated my thoughts of the earthly world and into a new world i evolved 

Creative lines like selling limes, papers and pencils enormous like rain drops all i got accessed to   

biblical, positive, and mushy, lines all buried in my head waiting for the right thought to

break through the bound to the knowledge underneathe like

a popup quiz with 15 seconds to answer it

thousands of dictionary words stored in my head like planting crops

and thousands of more thrown at me like your boss telling you to get it all done or you are done 

this ordinary night i once thought it was is now my most percious earthy gem in the world

Back to the writing world i am so glad it wasn't lost believe in God for all is not lost