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