Hypothesis of Poetry

I function off words of intelligence.
I let my creativity run off
Succinctly measures.
My mind is made up
Of any Thesaurus
Magnitude..

Part me as I deliberate
This incendiary
Flow. You can’t
Fault my gratitude
In this verse..

You can only simper at
The fact that I’m
Obligated to the
Worlds most
Profound arcane.


I’m a noun that followed
Eclectic methods of
Langston Hughes Legacies.
Gleaning down years of
His time.
Photographing every
Original aspect; briefly
Going over it with
My critiqued metaphors.

I merge my power for
Words with the fixation
Of intrinsic sunsets. I
Wow the crowd with
The spectrum of
Electricity I have
Within every pulse
Of my instrumental sound.
Every verb & every noun,
I embrace every aspect
Of fulfilled reflections.

Leave you in a hunger
Mannered; got you
Wondering is this
Piece going to be a
Contemporary, or is
It going to be Dark.

Is Poetry. Jones
Going leave us brutal &
Subdued without
Being bland or do
I take you back to
The days when
Love was issued
Out in classes of
Art’s & Craft.