The Pen [ Only Way of a Poet ]

Woke up in the shadows of these words i wade to deep. I write in
Translations of Metaphors, and Similes..
Giving Birth
to Subjects && predicates
identifying my nouns
and verbs.
With pen
I let my pen leave
shades of darken hues
in between margins
of discreet silence..

[Explode]

Watch as I let loose my
scholarlly mind &
release therapy
amongst this resource
we call " Paper", recycling
my advertisement of thoughts..
The Pen is a tool that help me
release stress, it help unparalleled my devotion.

The pen help me intertwined with the colors, thoughts,
and feelings.. Absorbing harmonies, and Creativity
flowing..
Like a rapper without a Acoustic noise.
My Poetic Swag is Flowing, My brain is
overFLOWing with artistic brain waves,
riding the slopes of a roller coaster wave...
[Unbalanced], but just like most Poets
The frustrations that daunt our existence can permeate
and intrude the mind like [Tumors.]

Just like most Poets " The Pen" help The underlying noise
we face each day of
our existence.
Just like any Poet my brain
can be over-utilized to its capacity,
No perfect ending.. But I want stop
until "Perfection" is my Story told ending..
[No periods.]

The shit I say with the pen, can be spoken in word..
but It still wouldn't make any difference
because then it would have to be
shown with a Exclamation Mark! [ Action ]

But you know how most Poets WRITE, but I'm not most
Poets I TYPE.. RIGHT, [ arrogance] But like most Poets
we hit that yearning state, and a manifestation of achievement
and we Bite, I mean we fight for our constellation of passionate
for what we STAND for.