DISPLACEMENT

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DISPLACEMENT

Gifted with thought my pen is blessed,
Which keeps it drippin and drifting off Into different directions.
Split dimension four ways,
Before Grace, laid hate, made shame, became lifted.
Then just as quick slipped to Displacement,
Now stuck in the basement slave to creation 
A place of soul arrangement....
Progression destin location next flow Laced and fresh so...
Attempts to contend they end erased and exempt slow
Gifted with thought my pen is blessed,
Which keeps it drippin and drifting off Into different directions.
Split dimension four ways,
Before Grace, laid hate, made shame, became lifted.
Then just as quick slipped to Displacement,
Now stuck in the basement a slave to creation 
Place of soul arrangement....
Progression destin location next flow Laced and fresh so...
Attempts to contend they end erased and exempt slow

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517Jacqueline commented on DISPLACEMENT

04-25-2014

I thought the rhyming is good, poor pen it got dislocated and became a slave to creation. Why don't you pick it up so it'll be your slave. I like the tone of it, good job, nice write.

To have great poets there must be great audiences too.

Walt Whitman, American Poet (1819-1892)

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