Poetry Is Love
A writers mind will know I'm right if you find that
poetry is life,
I'm potent when I write my words thoughts spread like
locuses in flight.
I tend to overdose my lines sometimes overnotes with
rhymes
because I know I'll die one day mind fighting toe to
toe with time.
My father was a poet didn't know it till a hundred
poems
leaked out my open folder he's prouder now that he knows this.
People I've perfected my profession compose till days done,
mentality able to paint a pure picture pre-eminently
like TANGLUNG.
My flow aloft thin lines are mirror images to when waves
run,
in battles I lace p.u.n.s. but in poems I lace p.u.n.s.
Encase none attent to my worded cre-a-tions,
poetic stimulation penetrating your brains hub.
Life is poetry you might notice me thinking,
eyes, lips and motions freeze seeing me openly speaking.
Broken speech leaking from the core of my heart,
prayers soaring to God, he gives me strength, poetry is all.
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