The formula has been perfected,
And the audience gets neglected,
only speaking to be better than the next,
Hating and copying who’s up next, Or who’s on first.
No matter who’s on earth,
I want words that will quench my thirst
And Come crashing down on land like ocean surf,
Powerful and louder than breaking white water
I speak easy and breathe deep I think clearly and do me
I diligently practice articulating my ABC’s
Words are words but some straddle the fence
Not all are super bad their just medieval
Poets traveling as a new age minstrels
Sentencing your soul using phrases and sentences
They stiff arm topics like character development
A real poet is like an elephant in the room amongst watered down copies,
I’m the tree that fell in the forest and nobody spotted me,
So complex with extras, I know I’m a piece of work,
Deeper than the universe with no curses to emphasize my verses
I have too much respect for your soul, so no spirit bombs penned by my palm
To destroy your mind,
we see this but words have power to cause your perception to be uncovered or blacked out like dark blinds.
Like dark minds
Any photographer can take pictures, but if you don’t understand the light
It doesn’t matter because Those flicks are just random pics that cannot be seen like dark matter.
DMitch the poet
This piece is from my 3rd book Testaments of my life vol.2 which is available through Amazon and Barns and noble, also in E book format.