Stimulation of the mind,
arriving on the word kind,
so as I read through,
my heart and soul feels you.
Did that word of expression,
teach a lesson,
entertain in satisfaction,
or microwave on through
reflecting off of you? 

So as you read this,
your mind may rise in bliss,
frown on the down,
or shake you around.
Words can make,
words can brake.

These words broke,
made me want to choke!

"I don't think you're my son."
reality hit with a stun,
from a father,
that never did bother.

As you read these same words,
did they fly from you like birds,
or stick in your mind,
maybe reminding of the same kind,
or blink your brain to blind.

I love you,
words of light so true .
I hate you,
dark words in hue,
maybe distruction they do.

My vision never set eyes on your person,
so what is my love reason.
I read your words,
through your words came you,
your expression hugged my mind,
even though the eyes are blind.

We are all like birds of a feather,
we all write and express together.
Through our expression comes our soul,
touching the heart in whole.

Maybe you write on the down,
so I feel for you to come around.
As I view a down,
it kind of brings me down,
I may feel your pain,
want to help bring you out of the rain.
I don't want to see you sad,
my heart shines when all are glad.
What a fantasy to be had.

Then again you might word on the up,
moving my mind away from corrupt,
feeding me in positivity,
levitating me from negativity.
Oh, I feel your positive touch,
it may turn me on so much.

Such is such,

the word touch.

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