My Poetry brings all the readers to my ink  
and there like
mines better than yours,
linguistically its better than yours.
I can verse for you?
but there is a charge.

I know you want it,
the syllables conjoined, making them read mine not yours.
Their lost in my metaphor,
ways I lock them within my harmonious chorus.


words are like milkshake
different tastes imbued within

aromas differ


My Poetry brings all the thoughts to my page, 
and there like,
mines better than yours.
Structurally its better than yours,
I can word for you?
but there is a charge.

I know you want it,
the morphology, making them read mine not your.
Their lost within my visual acuity,
ways I lock them within my syllable verse.

aromas differ
different tastes imbued within

words are like milkshake

Welcome to my ink-shake,
its like a taste that others will like,
woven in thought.
But my ink maybe not to your liking,
my tastes differing from yours.
But enjoy what I pen hopefully I'll enjoy yours