Who Am I
Who am I
I am He who uses the pen more often than a spoon
And feeds on digested rhymes
Regorgitated from my mind's bowel
Sometimes it spills over
But my hand is never far from the towel,
I mop while I pespire and start over
Never giving in to the end,
I omit the stops from every sentence intentionally so I can go on like a fountain flowing Freely
Who Am I
I am the imaginary ring around Jupiter
spinning words like particles of ice and dust
Mixed with cheer beauty and originality
transmitting written frequencies through expressing my thoughts
and making you see me like
I'm in front of you sharing a lecture
since there are no boundaries attached to my pen,
I continue meeting the different parts of me whenever I meditate and write.
Who am I
I am the one whose words Will outlive,
and still make u feel alive each time u read through,
I am constant energy
Translating personal experience into imaginary stories of cock and bull,
yet i continue attempting to share some truth
through this abstract language of poetry
A language that chose me unknowingly and made me an interpreter
Who am I
I am the green you get when you mix excess yellow with the blue
That shade of gold you get when the sun resides into darkness
and ascends into the Dawn's glory,
I am the poem that is abstractly direct and deep
because I write beyond limits of the regular mind
through meditation for several minutes.
I am the love u feel when you realize what you uniquely have
I am a writer, I am Sir D'Champ
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