Documentary: Space for Hope: The Poet

Insomnia, subconscious dejection, the marii kept my mind steady with procrastination, subconscious debating, on realizations with subliminal messages, who’s meanings were adjacent, hallucinations, flooded my mind, bias to reality cause the hallmark qualities of this mental situation, made my eyes subside to the ideology presented to my mind, at the present time, I was blind, couldn’t find my way, now I stay, where the breadwinners & the hustlers lay, just a metaphor for a safe bed nothing more, next subject, a nasty divorce between the soul & the mind, I remember when they used to intercourse, entities intertwine, leaving my voice hoarse, now always mad closing & slamming doors, my soul mad calling the mind a whore, cause it changed its style up just to sale sell seats on the floor, in the future when we on stage straining vocal chords but the mind within reason, even with treason understands how the time changes with the seasons, together a contradiction, leaving my heart conflicted, a love triangle my most vivid description, a new angle on lyrical crusafiction. 

By, Hananiah Marran Charlery