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I want to comfort the world,  but the world does not accept me.  It does not want the gentle warnings of a mother,  who can then comfort you...

Tuesday, March 26, 2019

Poetry

Poetry,
has been there for me,
longer than time itself 
has existed.

Poetry,
was like 
My mother and my father
it was my whole family.
It was my only friend for a matter of fact.

Poetry was everything
My body yearned for
and communicated through.

Poetry,
has always been the rhythm in which
I live each day,
The Tempo in which
I breathe
Poetry
is my lover for which 
I make out to,
Poetry has gone inside me
doing miraculous work
And left leaving a mark.

Poetry,
is a friend with benefits
leaving me with bruises
to remind of our fights.
 It usually knows what's best 
And how deep on a piece of paper I can go.

Poetry, 
knows what's best
though heck I've 
tripped over poetry itself,
got angry
And kicked it.
I've broken up with poetry before 
though
We can never 
last 
more than hours 
away from each other
Poetry was the 
only thing 
that ran through me
body,
though my veins,
though my lungs.

Poetry 
is the air I breathe,
the blood I bleed,
the beverage in which I drink,
the man in which I'm in love.
For I am
all of those things
I mentioned and more.

For I am poetry and
therefore
I do not write poetry
Poetry writes to me.

Because of poetry 
It was as if I was baptized
I fell under a deep sleep
and emerged as a writer.
A writer without fear,
Without the intention of hiding.
A Writer without pain
filled with a new aroma
new dreams
filled to the brim past any optimistic line,
past any star that's ever been gazed upon.

And as I emerged
old feelings died off, barrier were forgotten about.
As I emerged
it was as if
I was born again and brought back to the current time
All with a new purpose.

A poet
that a now like a superhero
Secret identity,
two names
The whole shebang.
Dreams
that's never been dreamed before
emerged from its hiding place
and randomly 
showed up in my conscience.

They reproduced giving me
More than enough
Dreams.
Flooding my emotions
like a storm,
Taking my ambitions
And beyond
to new lengths of amazing,
New terrain of possibilities,
New uncharted stars, moons, and planets.

Taking me by the hand to heaven
Past my ancestor's town,
Past the glistening sea of tears
for which I've shed, 
a sea that I have dreaded seeing,
a sea that's built 
off of me for this is me.
Poetry is all I'll ever need.

Poetry
is my whole world and back
Cause poetry
has been my travel guide,
the wings in which I traveled on,
the guide to help get to my destination,
my final frontier.

Poetry
has woke me up
on the right side of the bed
eliminating the wrong side
all at once.
Eliminating obstacles, pasts
and corrupted truths.
Poetry has been poetry 
since poetry first called my name
Poetry
is all I seek
within each one, I speak to
Poetry
is for all I speak
For it is all that I am
Poetry and I
have had a long history
So I
hope
our relationship
Will last forever and never come to an end.
For it will last 
Forever
cause it is I 
Who is poetry itself
I do not write poetry 
Poetry writes me.



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