Feeling the Spirit of Rhymes Moving Through Me

Feeling the spirit of rhymes moving through me, I've been labelled as first fruits in this writing movement, With improvements of thousands of years within this environment, Preforming with these comments straight onto this poem submission form, Letting you know I'm drawn by something within that transforms, Thoughts into words in this order for ya as I search, Within my own church I'm never left in the lurch, As I feel the urge of letters coming together into words, Words into lines and eventually into verses with no rehearsal, With skill my mind roams all my brains zones and connects, Cerebral cortex flex's as I detect what comes next, Ya see I trust my subconscious and don’t see it as complex, Giving it respect while I’m fully conscious, With no distortion words come as different options, Flawless questions and given constant insight of great proportions, Never losing sight, I write with strength and might, Like a mighty eagle soaring through the sky at height, I invite my imagination to find me wisdom that’s right, But how do I even know? I might be shown words that are false, Could there possibly be faults within my brains biology? Am I just a poetry wannabe? Probably………. Not, I have lots of ideas that cross from a to b, Being dots that find each other, then show me, And even when I read a book, I cook up ideas and put them in my notebook, But damn, I just looked at the time and this free rhyme needs to come to an end, So I send out positive energy as I contend with this life while I transcend, I bend rules and defend my ill skills that can keep going and going filling up a paper mill. Quincy Mac Date Written: 29.4.2016