Sometimes I feel mighty powerful
Like a god among men with these words I use
But thinking deeper about it, reveals-
How I'm just a pen in the hands of my muse
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I twist syllables, wield similes and craft metaphors.
I make stale letters unite into something beautiful.
But beyond that, I'm just another tool-
Like this lifeless stage or the mic I recite through!
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So, what's my worst fear, you ask?
Well, its that I crave the roar of hands;
That to earn ovations, I write on demand.
I fear falling prey to the desire of my fans
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Interpretation is the true beauty of art
And at the core all true art, is expression.
Well, until you strike a chord and make an impression-
That demands you to beat expectations and gain recognition
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But there comes that awkward moment-
When the crude nature of art dwarfs logic
The moment when the fan and artist don't clique-
Cuz the artist's message just won't stick
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I am a pen in the hands of my muse.
But you're not my muse, you're my ink
We're different, but beautifully in sync
So I hope each poem I pen tells the world what you think
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I hope that you're not rooting at my witty words-
But the way I tell your story like it is
I hope you're not just hoping I entertain and please-
But that I also show the world the sight of you nobody sees
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I am a pen in the hand of my muse
I'm inspired by the things you love and fear
I'm moved by your strengths and your tears
But, alas! I'm too human to not be inspired when you cheer
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I am but a pen in the hand of my muse.
But #TeamXander isn't complete with me alone
You're the ink. Time is frail blank pages, not tablets of stone.
We can't engrave our tale, so we write on every page till its known.
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I apologize but, sometimes I won't appeal and wow you
Yet again, that's your job. It was never mine
I only hope I represent you in my every line
Cuz truth is, beauty is only experienced when all its facets align.
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Keep Smiling

I was a star and you were down to earth
So I withdrew from the throne of nightly kings-
And plummeted head first with one leap of faith
You were worth falling for. You were amazing!
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I braved the heat and zoomed past asteroids
I crushed into better judgment and sound reason
I sped past every sign of what lay ahead; all I was to avoid
I felt Superman strong and didn't care if you were made of Krypton
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The time our worlds met and fates collided-
Was magical! You were more than just my crush
Our moment together soon faded-
But I was lucky to have you, even for a flash
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The moment I was in the warmth of your arms-
I shuttered to bits and collapsed in an instant
The moment I was with you was no cause for alarm
For in those few breaths was everything I'd ever want
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Men look at the crater of poems and wonder-
Why would a star cause so much chaos just to falter?
I was a god of words, reigning with verbal thunder-
But fell to have one moment with African dust's daughter
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I knew we'd never have a happily ever after
But I lived. I dared. I loved. And soon, my life started anew.
So, as you stand in this crater that inspires both tears and laughter
You'll hear em say a star fell here. I hope you recall, it fell for you
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Keep Smiling

Yesterday's long gone; burnt down to bits
Fragments of bitter and sweet memories
Tomorrow is like a bright but distant star
Like a race against the whispering breeze
 
Our hands hold no mass in gold or silver
But there's more to treasure in right now
 
The day is as rich as the night is young
While our hearts beat and our lives are
While our dreams surge and slowly burn
We'll try once more to shoot for the star
 
We'll challenge our reality; face our odds
We will live like kings; live like its our last
We'll steal moments from destiny's hold
And fabricate our own fate if we must
 
If our future should melt to a pool of lies
We'll take pride in this truth; we have now
 
We'll run in the wind; kiss in the breeze
We'll dance in the rain, play in the sand
We will wish upon Africa's noonday sun
We will conquer distance hand in hand
 
We'll smile longer. We'll laugh harder
Enjoying every moment while it's prime
We'll fight stronger. We'll dream bigger
While we still have the might and time
 
We'll live in the best way time will permit
We have all that we need if we have now
 
We'll scream louder. We will aim higher
We will hold tighter. We will learn more
We will grown older. We will be prouder
Cuz in the arms of us is what we look for
 
We'll love like it's all we've ever known
Cuz all that matters is we have right now
 
Keep Smiling

Fragments of empty dreams meant he-
Was crumbling inside, but not accidently.
Hurt severely, but he still trusts plenty.
"Alas!" The onlookers say. "He's just 20."

So naïve, he perceives devils as sainty;
A fighter of fate that lost permanently;
He battled on though hoping just faintly.
He's young; in his prime of times. Just 20.
 
"He's more average than not, apparently."
They suppose, "In the moment when he-
Speaks swift like a ride in a new Bentley-
He attempts to conceal that he's just 20."
 
But as my fingers tap these keys gently-
I hope I'm inadequate but not evidently;
That you don't smirk and ask, 'Ain't he?'
Cuz deep inside I am more than just 20.
 
Keep Smiling

Birthed purely of Godly intellect.
Words of a language, perfect;
Curved from the divine alphabet-
With not a single flaw or defect.

Like wordy pieces of fine fabric-
Not too light, yet not too thick,
With every rightly purposed stitch-
Making me more and more unique.

Like the footprints of fate's pen-
Trekking down pages of life's lane,
I'm those words; that mark; that line-
Fathomed solely by few special men.

Fluent rushing blood, surging dreams,
Like waters down divine streams,
Hopes and wits like emptying seas;
Into lifeless pits through many limbs.

I'm the very primary meeting spot-
Of ink and page, deed and thought.
The expression of genuine mental might,
The last puzzle piece, the connecting dot.

I am food for thought in every verse.
The right for wrong the better for worse.
I am a reflection of power and greatness,
The written miracle, the lift of a curse.

I'm a sweet ballad, penned just right-
With a touch of metaphorical insight.
A metred meal for a hungry mind,
Corrective lenses for mental sight.

I'm the union of ugly and beauty;
The matrimony of wish and duty;
The product of pollute and purity;
Black on white, from God to men,

I'm poetry.

Keep Smiling