My mind is like kinetic energy At times when my creative energy Flows at higher frequencies And I sense the excitement of my poetry Grow into something I hope is inspiring To everyone who's interested in reading The fluctuating thoughts that resonate through me On levels of conscious and subconscious realms of beliefs And that just seem to carry me As the words flow from me Like automatic writing I have no ability To control what is expelled and spilt in viscid ink Upon the page like I am bleeding It's like I've opened a vain and now blood, joy and page Flooding the blankness like like a monsoon on a summers day The light and love The angst the rage Fill up all of the empty space upon the page And leaves my mind buzzing As the static that was owning Every bit of who I am A poet? An artist? No just and everyday average working man Turning his hand To poetry To either succeed Or be damned.