The Prophet
These are more than words,
this is more than poetry.
I am the prophet.
In my mind,
I hold,
the English language;
the ability to;
form letters.
The ability to;
transfer thoughts onto paper-
in a fashion which the likes
unseen.
I possess,
the ability to move you;
make you cry,
laugh,
think,
crave,
hunger;
make you desire-
me to free you from your hectic life.
Look deep into the ink;
a message arises.
Free your mind;
from life.
And if you so choose…
free your life from mind.
You lie in my possession.
through my paper and ink,
I will set your soul on fire.
These are more than words,
this is more than poetry.
I am the Healer.
In my possession,
I have,
a pen and paper;
the ability to;
Write.
The ability to;
touch you-
in a way of which you have never felt.
I have,
the ability to grasp you;
make you read,
analyze,
wonder,
spread,
share;
make you beg-
me to free you from your everyday pains.
Step into my office;
between the lines.
Surrender your attention;
to me.
And if you so choose…
surrender me to your attention.
I lie in your possession.
Through your burning interest,
you will set your soul on fire.
These are more than words,
this is more than poetry.
I am the messenger.
through my words,
I have,
the power of expression.
The ability to;
articulate.
the ability to;
speak to you-
in a method of which links us together.
I have,
the ability to silence you;
make you feel,
believe,
connect,
link,
unite;
make you bond-
with me so as to liberate you from liberation.
submit your instincts;
to them.
And if you so choose…
submit them to your instincts.
We lie in their possession.
Through our weighing desire,
they have set our souls on fire.
These are more than words,
this is more than poetry.
I am the prophet.
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