Visionary plopped down here
on earth
veils upon eyes at birth
Automatically instinctively pick
up vibes of others
Sometimes so sensitive to thoughts of others
have to run for cover
In tune with the Universe blessing and curse
this gift given by God
imbedded in my spirit, my heart, my soul, my mind
has given me his trust
to do the right thing not
for money fortune or fame
to let your words flow
helping others through words
as you go
to see the world as it really is
a corrupt society doing its thing
but as a Poet I do not have to
play their heartless game
A small society controlling all
the wealth
As a Poet must expose the
ways of man all I can
until my worldly death
In reality as a Poet it is
never about me but
about the things I see
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