Discipular Poetica

By Mister Construed X

One man asks another, “What is the meaning of life?”
The other replies, “Life is a ticking watch, if you should forget to wind it; life just stops!”

A path unchosen yet not forsaken
The need to fill these lines possesses me
Always has, and always will be, immortalizing me

• Language: English
• Publisher: Mister Construed X
• Release date: May 12, 2018
• ISBN: 9780463380833

Mister Construed X

Mister Construed X; I’m a man of simple beginnings and a vivid imagination. Corrupted at a young age and polluted at some point in between; you’ll most likely find me buying a gumball at the mall with money that I stole from a fountain; blowing bubbles just for the hell of it, popping other people’s wishes in pink stickiness.Say hello at; [e-mail]

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Copyright 2018 Mister Construed X (Michael S. Davis)

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Table of Contents:

Amble into Freedom

Existence Considered

A Dead Friend

Answer me Why

Salvation

A Day in August

Tired

Time has had its way with Me

He Fell

A Winter’s Birth

Full

Struggling to fill the final Spaces

Happy Sunny Day

Saying Goodbye

Her (For McD)

The Unread Poem

Silent Wood

Music in Me

Now is the Time

Finally it Rhymes

Understanding

Until Tomorrow

The Glance

A New

Circles in the Rain

Races

A Gift for You

The Rose

All Brand New

Praise thy Pen

Three days with a Stranger

Pitter, Patter

The Kiss

Golden Road

Why Write?

Answered Prayers

A Reason

Kissing a Fool

Prologue

A disciple of poetry

a path unchosen, yet not forsaken

There’s no Stephen here

Chapter One; the only one

Follow me, repeats the voice in my head

We’ll go skipping thru time, thru space

Leaving behind nothing but ink our place

Pictured words

Ink rolled beauty

You can’t turn away

‘Tis your duty

Rite

Point the way, Disciple!

Trying to sleep with a head full of thoughts

Trying to write without getting caught

Struggling for words to scratch-out with this pen

The length of this page is nearing an end

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