This is a small collection of Traydon Inspires' poetry and art. They are a vary a poems from abstraction and fantasy to romantic and deep.
*On recommendation more poems can be added*
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Your chalice is vacant with meaning, So what if I fullfil it?
Your heart ever scarred and wombed, But could I guide you to healing?
Because my mirrors are aquainted with you, Pulsing with your lost echos and homelessness,
Your heartful mind and mindful heart wrestling,
In discoherence, Left with you as the middle ground, A battle ground,
Within the fragments, The maze, A spilled grail, Distressed waters, Siponed and scattered currents, Words muffled, A broken compass, Polarized, Divided fields Magnetic stagnance, Voided mentors, Missing echos in action, Thirsty care,
So you, Find you a makeshift partner, Because maybe his affection and validation knows the way out, Temporary smoothing of the buppy edges, Curing your choatic inner navigation, Until a forbidden fruit appears, Your forbidden fruit is clear,
So he, Navigates your flesh instead, Manipulating your directive, Never leaving the course because you think being alone is far worst,
So you, Rehearse the same verses that justifies his scorpion's tail, Don't leave Now, He can see the comtemplation on your sleeve so he reassurances you, Cures you of your 'reckless thinking' with pleasant stings,
Taking the distilled lies like shots in the process, While inside you know he's not being honest, but that doesn't matter because you lie to yourself on a daily basis so his deceit means nothing,
All the while, You are living in a world of illusions and your only solution is to face the truth, But what if the truth is too massive and dense? Why would you bother? Why bother being crushed more than you are right now? What is your alternative? Submitting to reality with your chalice topped over? Never to turn around and see things as they are?
Where will you be? What will you see? Who will be by you? Who could you talk to? Why womb yourself even more?
The questions attacking your mind so you find ways to subdue the voices, Maybe drinking, Weed, or Being fucked till the thoughts leave,
Finally, Everything is quiet until it all comes back, Being desperate to make them go away so you can be at peace, But peace cannot be found until you release these plague of thoughts from your mind by answering the hard questions,
The illusions in jeopardy with your next decision, So you decide against your current intentions to answer the questions, Your posture being straighter to brace against the impact of this action, A paper and pencil in front of you as you quiver with the first question, Your mouth dry and wet lies diminshing from your lips as I formulate your truth carefully, c
Curiousity and confidence filling your soul as you take control of this space, As your reflection comes to a close, You could noticed that your body froze as you read the truths that came from you, Realizing that your hands are dancing wildly and you have more to do,
