Poetrry

As I was sitting one day a question crossed my mind

If I was to stand in front of people to say my words out loud

What words would I say

What poem would it write

For the day I stand on the platform of those before me on spoken word night

I wracked my brains over and over but alas

I came up with nothing

I wanted to write a poem

So majestic and eloquent

It would seem as if the words are flowing through me from the Gods of literature

Invade the crevasse of your psyche

As if I'm Leonardo in Inception

Taking an adventure to the center of your core

I wanted to write a poem that would give people a high like a drug

And that euphoria as ones senses are alight

Write a poem of such epic proportions that even Morpheus would call me The One

But alas your stuck with this one

See what I did there I rhymed words

Some do it as easily as breathing

Some have to struggle with dictionaries and thesauruses

And whatever book that has so many words

But I digress I was speaking to you about the poem I wanted to write for this day

I wanted to make it rhyme

Like

I wish my words would be the morphine to your pain

To soothe you and leave you with happiness gained

Id like to entertain you

Make you smile

Turn you bright instead of blue

Write a poem that would be criss crossing like match the columns

Mixing up words like as if they were Criss Cross

A poem that would make women melt like Icaruses wings when he got to close to the sun

Blow your mind like a hurricane that passed and left nothing but the baren land

No grass nor sands

But alas again we are stuck with my ranting

Then a light bulb flicked on and I realized I was already writing a poem

My poem

You see it doesn't have to be written with rhymes

Speak of love

Or be a conscious piece

My poetry

Are the thoughts of my mind

They seep and permeate from my soul

From my perceptions

From my truth

My pain

My sorrow

My hopes

My dreams

My laughter

And my quirks

All of us are poets

Because poetry is within us

We just need that little spark to ignite the flame

From the world around us

It is in the beauty of the sunrise over a misty day

The innocence of a childs laughter

In the heartbeat you feel with your head on their chest

Art is Poetry

And poetry

Well

Poetry is US.

“Better to write for yourself and have no public than to write for the public and have no self”. Ceral Connoley. 

Jah Bless