I packaged happiness, internally, it’s all authentic.
These pages expand,
My poetry is all augmented.
Growing in depth, as my book grows a personality of its own.
You can tell by the periodic tones –
Of me checking in, and showing my true thoughts alone.
It’s all prophetic.
Alongside, from the poetic arts, and the philosophers heart –
Is my mind’s eye…
Squeezing my mind dry,
Of all it’s content.
I am starting to realize,
My poetry is truly good,
I am confident.
That the only thing I fear are real lies,
I am respondent –
To never to write nonsense.
Like a hospice, I respond quick,
To my poetry that should ever die, or lose tempo…
I’m never pompous.
I write simply,
then evolve to more complex.
I am earnest and honest,
To ever growing in logic,
expanding my poetic spirit and
And I am a Phoenix, burning my soul as I polish…
These words that need, not be copied, but admired –
As I rise in the Phoenix of fire.
When I am away from philosophical thought, life seems the oddest.
When I boast in these words, it is simply me being modest.
I broken open my ego of the past, a long time ago, and now I am a soul that’s spotless.
And I never wish to tarnish, tainting my credibility or third dimensional shell.
But like a spell, that I want to break.
I am slowly displaying my soul of passion and not hate on this five dimensional well.
Because like steps, I am climbing away,
from things that used to cause me stress.
Lyrical under my step-father, was a distressful time.
When all I wanted to do was rhyme from a more sincere place…
But it was all disgrace –
Talking about things that were never my place.
It was worth it, now I am a more evolved lyricist.
Like an empiricist, I visualize the synthesis of emotional energy felt in my body –
I conclude it is me feeling my surroundings.
To further deduce, it is my way of combining expression of my heartfelt soul of experience and honesty.
That’s all that’s lasted…
And, I wish to write more, about the experiences of mine that feels of some holiest rapture.
Feel free to capture.