He walks with light yet magnetic air,
O'er the concrete cage of town,
His words are rare, rare as care,
In their Truths I'd drift and drown,
Rhymes and rhythm dwell in there,
Words wherein deep meaning shown,
Truths doth cry out in Poet's exquisite blare,
A joy for ears to whom it's a ****** sound, unknown

He herds his words, summoned from Mind's poetic lair,
Its wild barn, spinning bright yarns, that adorn the open ear,
With each word he has a passionate love affair,
For knowing consists in poetry the feeling of Love near,
His rhyme, sublime, fills time, burnished with flair,
And verbal dexterity, and enchanting rhythm; a treat for thine ear
His heart and mind are a true marriage, a real pair,
In them the lust of life appear.