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I’m a poet
I am poetry
And I cannot sleep
Incapable of combating this insomnia of poetic rumblings
Counting sheep verbally - verily to no avail a remedy
For diaries and 2am entries
The stories of lost queens
Scripting wings for earthbound entities soaring on tears of a swan down stream
Only the lord knows
Why I’m cursed to know why the caged bird sings
Of what a sleepless adder dreams upon the throne of last kings
Sipping from the bittersweet chalice of royalty
How the poison of neither your enemies nor me has nearly the potency
Of a blade tinged with the jubilee of those we hold dearly
Love’s vertigo - time’s clarity
The Hennessey flirting with cups of Thai-tea
The matrix of my sobriety - Is the man half-full or half-empty?
Half seas over stumbling upon faith’s abstinence of boundless devotion to existence, truth and reality
When the spirit of self declares victory
When in the garden of consciousness the blue lotus springs
When my plagued lungs scream for fresh air of spoken word that feeds
My appetite and affection for independence and individuality
Creation, joy and beauty
The ink depicting she that is His poetry
The gentle glory of virgin mornings and the burning vista
Of a phoenix in the gloaming
Of which I’m wandering, wondering is he lyrically roaming with a sense of purpose
Or are these just verses of incoherency
Foolery of the fool my genius breeds fooling with the metaphysics of poetry
Vacant vases of comprehensibility
Take a walk with me through fields of evergreen
Picking the infinity of undefined flowers satiating my affinity
For faith love and discovery
Faith love and just rhyming
