Elliott Bowe The Drunken Poet Poet Free verse

My Way My End

My medicine is all in the mind.
My hope rises with the sun of tomorrow. 
My mouth is the ocean the sword and the feather.
My heart is the sky the key the sun and the moon.
My flesh and bones is a cage My blood keeps it alive.
My flaws gave birth to my near oh so near perfection.
My tarnished shoes, scares and scabs is true beauty.
My mind is clay shaped by every encounter.
My hunger is food .
My failure is success.
My weakness is strong.
My darkness illuminates the light.
My soul is my wealth. 
My ticket to paradise. 
My flesh is the shovel that toils
to earn the validity of that ticket. 
My way.
My end.

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Lucilla Carrillo January 23, 2013 at 10:14 PM I like this one too. Always be proud of who we are. Thanks for sharing. Lucilla

Lillie Williams December 14, 2012 at 3:56 PM This is so amazing. I decided to stop by today and I am so glad I did because I love what I have found today. I have truly enjoyed reading this piece. very good work. Thanks for sharing.

Carma Sanderson November 5, 2012 at 12:04 AM I love ur way of words Elliot, superb xoxoxo always carma

Terry O'Leary September 10, 2012 at 7:35 AM Great poetry! Terry

Joy Wellington August 31, 2012 at 8:53 PM Wake up DrUnKeN POeT...you seem to be asleep far too long...your ink dries yet in thy pen! One love. Joy Wells

Cynthia Alvez August 20, 2012 at 2:01 PM Ah! One must admire somone that knows himself so well. Heart speaking...Soul weeping, I say. You've made me question "why" which of course absolutely none of my business. Cynthia

Joann Grisetti August 20, 2012 at 12:36 PM Really like the flesh is the shovel that earns the ticket. It just really struck me as how I feel after working hard.

Jessica K July 21, 2012 at 4:33 PM You arise to flawless poetry! Love it

Poet Destroyer A July 16, 2012 at 12:53 AM My My My,,what a poem my friend Elliott.. how are you?? You are the antidote to your self... this is a free xool verse...xox~pd

Dan Kearley July 12, 2012 at 8:40 PM My,my Elliott,that is a very fine write!

Anne-Lise Andresen July 11, 2012 at 8:44 AM You way.....are well done Elliott....like it. - oxox love Anne-Lise

Nikita Lempadi July 5, 2012 at 10:55 AM My medicine is all in the mind My hope rises with the sun tomorrow ... let my sun arise and her dawn spread within me and beyond. like your poem much, gives me hope. thank Elliot

Nette Onclaud July 4, 2012 at 10:25 AM soulful as it can get, elliott...much enjoyed!..:) huggs

Kash Poet July 4, 2012 at 1:04 AM An excellent poem here Elliott.Love it.

Steven Henderson July 3, 2012 at 3:47 PM It was good to read you words today Elliott. Thank you my friend. Peace and blessings to you

Richard Palmer July 3, 2012 at 2:55 PM you continue to leave me breathless with your poetry,you left out a line,My gift is resting this pen on paper,great write Sober ohhh sorry Drunken Poet