An artist, creative and imaginative Powerful enough to place, into mere words, The phenomena that take place in his mind.
Marveled enough by his surroundings That evoke anger, gratitude or happiness His mind efficacious, his talent omnipotent.
Bourne of superior intellect Taken in by souldiers of courage and Raised by wisdom, pain and knowledge.
I'm No Poete, just a Mindless Writer.
Each day the Poete rises from his rest Each day the Poete more powerful than the last Each day the Poete expresses greatness from within.
Rhythm and brilliance flow deeply in his veins Beauty created by the molding of his words Truth is spoken through the realness of his verse.
Poete Prophet, able to see what's hidden beneath He sees the lies abstruse in sugar-coated deceit He reveals the fib's tales and makes them his gospel.
I'm No Poete, just a Mindless Writer.
Exquisite verse, natural and unrehearsed The Poete will forever be mind blown And continue to expose the joy in his word.
He writes not for tangible wealth or Useless recognition, but he blesses his pen to paper for the simple appreciation of veracity.
The Poete steals sight from the blind, He takes weakness from the strong, And owns the shades of colour, all to create artistry.