The whole art of versification, the whole psychology of poetic rhythm, the play's along with time. Life is the volume of a poetic manual poetic Rhythm that plays in the heart and mind Various trials have been played in a lifetime. The poetic heart makes a spark to write his poetic lines of Rhythm for the world to read To express where poetic life has been. I am poetic at heart with a deep poetic spark of the dark, sometimes I write when my heart was made to bleed. It's like my poetic music to my soul, only a poetic would know what my heart has to hold, I speak out in poetic Rhythm of my blues, like a nasty Flu lost without You. I'm outside looking at a theme somehow it got me thinking about you, I'm sitting, thinking, breathing with an Ink pen in my hand I sip at the life of the could bees of my dreams. What a nightmare my poetic heart scream, I must write it down in silk Ink I could get up and walk away from my pains But then I would lose the Rhyme of the time of things, I could say about my poetic heartbreak. So I sit down and cry my poetic lines But it is like chasing dreams, Shadows of a past that keep hunting at me, I am a Poet at heart and soul, Beaten down as I go, I am not Rich, yet I am Poor, I don't look into someones else dreams, I've lived my own sometimes without a home, I lost yet I have won in the long run Because every line I write will last a lifetime.