misguided

what makes anyone think...i'm the journal with critical acclaim...i voice my opinion while eyes feel what printed...i view my own interpetations...that's what's intented i want 2 be the single most outlook ..in a room of million...where i stand amomg my peers...agold plated statue...that spells worlds greatest..or what 2 mention...a line with character footage and printed as good taste and appeal...a woman who 's not 2 demanding..but exposes what's simple as simon..with rhythms and song...sings what original for paper and pen logic..the vacuum...what sucks up you views...keeps them under perspectives and long hard work ethics...the brain holds porportions amounts certain...while on the way 2 success..becoming a book...poetry in motion.. but ....in my case...i become what's non-professional...da dreams on held 4 those with better insync..what brings understanding...what's english..2 interpid..where i hang my know how..leaves da room of class acts and new outlook...damn that's real.. flaky...shady...down right cold...what am i...2 paragraphs...lines and adjectives...my mind...which goes hand and hand...spelling..sonnet..writing what spells creativity...i know i can b..true versions of lilies of da field or perspiration...what sweats my brow or sinks my soul's circular motion to response adequently...alphabetically...systematically sound...2 function...verbally..wish me lunch...viewers...CREATE.s POEMENTRY