Don’t tell me I’m late
For this little plea
Much I’ve attempted
No way could I dispel it.
I didn’t compel it
But like a thunderbolt,
It struck me.
What am I supposed to do?
Cry; I do feel like but “No”.
Give it up?
Then I won’t be as they say.
A man of substance
Yes I did try.
But ‘twas locked in my heart.
None can tear it asunder.
To evict the love I have.
I set myself on a plinth.
Unmovable I am going to be.
They say love don’t cost a thing.
It may be a platitude.
But in all forms of etiquette,
Mine may cost something.
Then like a soaring lofty cloud
Fill my realm of fantasy
And still my heart won’t rest.
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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