Wednesday, September 29, 2010

i am a poet

i am a poet,
you'd never know it seeing me on the streets,
i only show it with written verse
and when i speak you catch a peek
a boo as words run through in a jumbled milieu
to do what they need to do,

i am a poet
i know it, grow it, and bestow it
by just letting go i let the words show
me where they wanna be i'm just a mirror, they use me
to slick back thier hair, to strut with a flair
that electrifies the air as it climbs in your ears
images become clear & spirits appear
because

i am a poet,
sorcerer, priest, my incantations release primal beats,
fleece emotions and raise beasts from the oceans,
utilizing verbal potions i intoxicate a crowd
and refuse to put them down till they all feel out-loud

i am a poet,
you'd never know it by seeing me in the streets,
i only show it with written verse and when i speak,
i'm a word stylist, i fluff and primp,
the verbs i enlist stomp and kick,
in the begining there was the word, there to was i,
peaceful center of the storm as it blows on by

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