Heart black, soul lack.
Life murk, voice crack.
Bypassed by that one drop of river water so I chase it.
Panting, I swim no longer to stay fit.
The waterfall is nigh.
I must be high.
But I’m not afraid.
Less true words have never been said.
Lining up we are back at the pool.
The crowds cheer as I dive in and the water is so cool.
I was not wrong, it was worth everything.
As I approach the finish line, I am her king.
My head has scars from one too many a miss.
But all that is lost as the crowds hush as we kiss.
Heart pure, soul allure.
Life cure, voice sure.
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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