The Artist and the Poet
There aint no other way how to put it or how to say it,Im the Artist and the Poet/
Through my created creations I show it/ Im gonna rize to the poetic mountain top before you even know it/
This my poetry and self-made concrete art only I control it/ So all ya critics out there behold it/
I was gone for a minute locked up and locked down trapped inside concrete/
I was at work the whole time my poetic skills only got better they did not sleep/
Now I arize through shackles and chains I now know true defeat/
Im here to stay Im the artist keeper the true se7en poet of keep/
I will do what I gotta to be poetically remembered the day I go se7en feet deep/
But for now my life upon ya'll I lyrically creep/
My thoughts are one of a kind they cannot be replicated/
Im so relevant now fifty years from now I still wont be outdated/
Its your coice you can love it or you can hate it/ Go ahead haters debate it/
Still Im the Artist and the Poet thats my motto statement/
A whole empire of poetry and artwork since lockdown I have painfully with pleasure created/ NEVER AGAIN WILL MY ART AND POETRY BE UNDERRATED/
I was nothing before all the time spent in concrete and confinement/
Now Im truly poetic with artistic assignments/ Anything I draw I can also rhyme it/
There are more to my tattoos each one has a story and a meaning behind it/
I knew there was hope in poetic art I just had to find it/
All I got to say now is "F@#k ya'll who wanna Doubt me/
F&%k all dat shyt you judge me like Im on American Idol when you dont even know shyt bout me/
Your vision of life is blurry and your death thoughts seem to be a lil cloudy/
I am a Poetistic Diamond in the rough it was God it wasnt you who found me/
Now I know more people from around the way gon crowd me/ where money and trouble again will surround me/
I was a lost gem on lockdown waiting to shine, waiting to poetyically explode/
A natural born poet carving out my own road/ Living by my own F%$#%ckin poetic codes/
I can't be rhymefest free when I get lost in that poetic mode/
My Time is almost here/ I been waiting for this momnet all f&&%&ing year/
I cant believe I made through many concrete shed tears and many unheard of outside fears/
My freedom day is near I will not blow it/
This my time now homie I control it/ Im concretely the smartest writer even if you aint know it/
MAKE WAY PEOPLE FOR THE SE7EN KING ARTIST AND POET
Copyright © Travis Lone Hill | Year Posted 2012
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment