I Know My World

I KNOW MY WORLD Don’t come to my world Its milk and honey Are that of excreted inks A world where Lines are made into walls Out of a dancing pen A world where Her neighboring villages Are called stanzas And her clans Known for words A world where The sound of the battle bell Is so melodious To the heart and soul Where Rhythms commands The waist of our wrist to twist As Rhymes provokes The wrestlers to agitate The victory that awaits Don’t come to this world It is so deep and wide Deeper than mere imaginations And travels beyond Human understanding A world where I die a thousand times And resurrect between my lines A world where The wounds of the heart Is often healed with poesies A world where With optical eyes You seek my romantic interest But fails, unknowing to you that I hide behind poetic walls Don’t come to my world Else, you’ll get lost In the mirage of lust love Please come not to my world.