Scribbles

Pardon my total misunderstanding.
A curse on inadequate people so rampant.
Forgive me my stand with surrealism,
My bastion, 2 islands on the edge of a prism.
Understand my inertness in abundance,
Against serious infliction or surveillance.

Cry with me for positive discrimination to black.
Under a force to change laws, takes peaceful attacks.
Envy my contented, unhindered living,
Immersed in selected companions for their giving.
Touch the mathematical conclusion I’ve made
A legacy from my parents to keep till my grave.

Taste my sweet antidote in a fire of enigma,
Forced to change to avoid my friend stigma.
Power to me in a hunt for the norm,
Sheltering in religions, in nail holes and thorns.
Bite out at the popodoms their function so simple.
One unhidden madness is allowed per riddle.

Puncture my smooth tempting skin.
Take my gift to save stranger or kin.
Caress my parabolic conclusions,
They are my bridge from insignificance and obtrusion.
Strengthen the heartbeat of the hunter.
In to warning drums for women, fearful, held under.

Scratch at my writings so bold in their form,
To find me nothing, impotent alone and scorned.
I need to hold greed, be ugly and devious.
Kick my loose side, my humour; be serious.
So feed me to my critics in a jealous moment,
It’s my thoughts to tangle, hope you’ll find them potent.

Trying hard to consume my poetic beast,
Rising high addicted to the curious feast.
Still you will fail to fully understand,
Till you crush my spirit in the palm of your hand.
Insurmountable opinions and feeling you hold.
Meaning nothing till pressed and given a fold.

Only words will be formed not a blot stained maze.
Standing bold head held high deep in their praise.
Read them to answer the use of this rhyme.
I’ve touched peaceful conclusions in my own lifetime.