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2009-11-11 04:48:09 UTC
Soaring to new heights, not blinded by the sun's light. For inside my nest I lay eggs and as the protecter I am too fly reminding you I will not get caught in your web that was designed for trapping perfection. Never going to reach rock bottom again cause venom is hiding behind every broken branch. I am free. Don't disturb me mentally. I watch from the mountain top and see how society seems to posses nature. Trying to retify something that is intangabile. I see your potential, boxed in with holes which and inside you feel the rejection and the disrespect from whom it was that clipped your wings. If Sky is the Limit I wish to reach the solar atmosphere where stars are risen and not fallen. A place where I can console lost souls and prepare them for the future. For I am the living testimony. I hold perspective high awaiting for more than your understatement of what you see before your eyes. For you envy on the inside that you can't cage me or make me sing unto lullabies. For I drink from the well of youth and my beak opens to sing undying truths, I am Heaven's sent instrument, a tool unto you. So therefore please don't try to cage beauty. Please don't cage beauty with your lustful desires nor your flattery which may fascinate me but does not appeal to me. Destiny was designed for you to reach the best. As if this is God's play and I watch as you perfom your best in character but your just dwelling within a pigeons nest. For vultures literally do **** to cool themselves off. Awaiting in air prowling as a Lion hidden in the field of colors that matches his description. So no, no fowl play here. I just watch and I listen, I watch and I listen to Life. With a heart as hard as gold I do sometimes do the same thing twice or more just for the affection That I personally yearn for. I'm not you nor of this World. Just refined as a piece of the puzzle to mend the wholeness that seemed to slowly rot as solitary confidement does for those that lost their dreams while in the "whole". I watch as you deeply bite and leave your inprint on the Apple that taste so sweet as PIE. that was picked from MY Tree but oh how it sours your stomach, how it sours your stomach because you misunderstood Me. Don't pick where I lay my eggs don't disturb my nest for then I will have your eye and will turn you into the apple of my eye. Again I say, I am soaring to new heights and I don't move from mountain to mountain but the mountains move for me because as a visionary tell me what it is that you don't see about me. And I will have to reply that you have not flown to were I've been so therefore you can't reach to where I am going and that my present gift is not a lie.
©Nicole C. Humphries (Skittle)