Ambience Of Poetic Rhythms

Clouded Indisposition..
Physicians of the world help a sick soul;
Want to have a grasp of my former self.
It's been some days old;
Having used all pills on my shelf.
I need some reversion from this illusion;
Medics,i need you to illuminate this case.
Experiencing deliriums,how can i correct this notion;
I need a canoe to cross this oceanic phase.
Oh, i have forgotten to enunciate the signs and symptoms;
This has made me to start contemplating on my navel.
I pray this don't get me to the extent of throwing tantrums;
Doctors,I need a check,maybe that may make me feel well.......
Twaide millz
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# poetry
# pithy
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# Twaidemillz....

You could agree less....
.. TwaideMillz

I AM SORRY
I am really sorry for crossing your path;
My legs carried me way to far.
Way back, I could remember keeping you in my charts;
I am sorry,seriously sorry for printing you in my tract.
At first u got my plaudits;
Your feeling is too entangled,thus,hard to Predict.
I need amnesia to forget all the loving ills;
Guys view deep enough before striking deals.
Yet ,she talks about fate and destiny as our limitation factor;
I got to move your dest-fate talks with a tractor.
She failed to show the boundary before I had started to
create a country.
After building up,I asked for land permit;
She was stunned,telling me she was not in for it.
Funny enough,I got the wrong deal.
Uh,can u lend me paddle for my canoe,to move across the
ocean of hazy deals.
Juliet wait for me behind the optimistic hill.
Twaide Millz.

Agreed?