Oh please, let it be told.
She smiles every time, I catch her like a cold.
My love is like cancer.
It spreads all over but it isn’t malignant.
No need for the doctor because damn!!!, I’m the answer.
And I chose to insist on being persistently consistent.
Retaliation is always so close to failure.
But regrouping always catches the enemy unaware.
For her flowing locks, I thank the tailor.
Because she is so unique, much better than rare.
Mmmmmhhhhhh, I’ve got to do this.
Walk closer to my peace.
Let the pressure out with a hiss.
And take back what was on lease.
Enjoy parts of life, I don’t wanna miss.
Without a care like my baby niece.
Lose the facade but gain a lovely piece.
Blow to her this poem like my first kiss.
Cast the seed far and wide:
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I am who I am because of what I say with the words that I have, the time I’ve got and the talent I possess. I will myself to do this daily because not everyone can do it. I am blessed to have this ability. I make the shallow look, and sound deep and the deep sound deeper yet with a simple meaning. I want every poem I ever write to be my epitaph. Sometimes I am in my element, sometimes I'm not. There are pieces I don’t believe I wrote because I am not that person anymore. But the truth is; this is a reflection of who I am, who I’ve been and who I will be. I started doing this at age 14 so I guess my works will best be described as “14 going on to immortality”.
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