When the poet sings, his lines could take you.
When the poet sings, his rhymes could make you.

When the poet sings, his thoughts could break you.
When the poet sings, his words could taunt you.

When the poet sings, harmony  becomes a game.
When the poet sings, his words are gathered from your name.

When the poets sings, he defies word chemistry.
When the poet sings, grammar decays its anatomy.

When the poet sings, he shows you his heart.
When the poet sings he tears reality and rips it apart.

When the poet sings, he creates a philosophy.
When the poet sings, he speaks in trilogy.

When the poet sings, its a fantasy.
When the poet sings, its a different reality.