Words

Perizzites 🕷 lay babies in my brain
Forcing poetic germs 🦠from these mythological veins
I write ✍🏾and put my random thoughts in mind carved frames 🤯🤯🤯
And I bask in my glory playing this poetic game 🤺🤺
My passion has no mercy 🙏🏿
It has no senseless shame
I’m sworn to secrecy 🤫🤫🤫
I have no poetic gain

I savior every image because I don’t want to waste it
🗣Running 🏃🏾‍♀️🏃🏾‍♀️from the Antichrist because I know he will hate it 😡
Using this poetry to soothe my poetic nerves 🛀🛀🛀
The truth is I’m lost without these poetic verbs

My garden 🍍🍇🍒🍓🍄🥕🍎🥦🥬is where I plant these poetic seeds
For all who roam my pastures to meditate and read 📚📚📚📚
It gets hard for me to breathe trying to fulfill this poetic plead
I take refuge in these words this is my authentic bread

My roots 🍂 are firmly planted far beyond my poet’s tree!🌴

🗣🗣So I scribe and plant poetic seeds!
I’m addicted to these words!
This is my pathetic need! 😲😲

And if I don’t write ✍🏾✍🏾✍🏾✍🏾

I fear my brain will not remain

Tryna’ master the art of

🗣Poetry!

🗣Memory!

🗣Write!

🗣Retain!

🗣Words!

A collection of weapons used

A pretense

Unconscious defense

Against

A wounded heart

WORDS!

I’m words away

From exposing this poetic truth

You can’t take me away from my poetic roots

My garden is rich with colorful poetic fruit

Get you a glass come drink this poetic juice

I muse just to confuse

Filling up on poetic soup

Words dangling from this poetic noose

Poetry has no justification

Only words I speak

Is truth!

I savoir every image

I don’t want to waste it

Running from the anti-Christ

Because I know he will hate it

Using this poetry to sooth my poetic nerves

But the truth is I’m lost without these prophetic verbs

Words!

I write until my fingers bleed

Making babies to add on to this poetic breed

And my garden is where I plant these poetic seeds

For all who roam my pastures to meditate and read

 

So I scribe and plant poetic seeds

I’m addicted to these words

This is my pathetic need

(POETIC WORD) EXCERPT

I WRITE UNTIL MY FINGERS BLEED

MAKING BABIES TO ADD ON TO THIS POETIC BREED

AND MY GARDEN IS WHERE I PLANT THESE POETIC SEEDS

FOR ALL WHO ROAM MY PASTURES TO MEDITATE AND READ

IT GETS HARD FOR ME TO BREATH

TRYING TO FULFILL THIS PATHETIC NEED

I TAKE REFUGE IN THESE WORDS

I HIDE BEHIND MY POETIC TREE

SO I SCRIBE AND PLANT POETIC SEEDS

I’M ADDICTED TO WORDS

THIS IS MY PATHETIC  NEED

I WRITE… (POETRY)

 

I scribble on some paper what my mind heard

I read it back

WOW!!

What powerful words

SEE…Words just seem to form in my mind

And when I read it back it all seems to rhyme

AND IT HAPPENS LIKE THIS ALMOST ALL THE TIME

I GET SO EXCITED

AND I JUST GOTTA WRITE IT

IT’S SO HARD TO FIGHT IT

THE WORDS THAT I HEARD

TO MOLD

THIS POET

SO I SHOW IT

SO EVERYONE CAN KNOW IT

THAT I AM A WRITER

THRU AND TRU

WHO EVER KNEW

THAT LIL OL ME

WOULD BE WRITING FOR ONE REASON

AND IT IS SO I CAN BE FREE!!!!

I am so amazed

I don’t have a clue

God gives me these words

From me to you

I think

How can this be?

Can all of these powerful words really come from me

Just when I think I have nothing to give

God gives me one more wonderful reason to live

THERE IS SO MUCH PAIN TO BE SHED 

That’s is reason to write

And one more powerful poem to be read

                  

 

Thank you, Lord for My Precious Gift.

 

 

 

 

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