im a poet don't cha know it,
don't believe me,
let me show it,
words like silken threads i sew em,
into expressions of emotions ,
find the spell concoct the potion,
and release the mind in motion,
to project the inner focus,
one must first dwelve beneath the surface,
see the worth in every purpose,
control is but a traveling circus,
i shall never bear devotion,
towards attitudes of hateful omens,
told on stone and wrote in oceans,
whispered by winds
screamed loud as thunder,
under skin
impurities wonder,
did shed such folly as dimensions shuttered,
and time crossed space,
deja vu was all the rage,
its a new age
space race
rat cage
pace maker
kinda funky craze,
so either get up and blow your top
or get your bag of bones out of dangers way,
cause its coming in fast
and i'm taking it real slow,
funny how it always seems to
rain soon as it starts to pour