There is nothing in existence
That surpasses my passion
For the written word.
My mind is full-
Of poetry in motion.
Rotating on an axis of truth-
Visions of the world according to me.
Prose-
Open verse-
Rhyme schemes-
Stanza after stanza,
It never ceases to amaze me.
Free flowing thoughts-
Leave you to your own devices-
Of how to conclude the meanings-
Of the non-sequitur.
Poetic mumblings-
Stumbling around a piece of paper-
Articulate the world to me,
And myself to the world.
Simple conversation-
Left me unsatisfied,
Wanting more depth - meaning.
I took poetic license of my life,
And discovered it absurd to think
That I am structured to reveal
Anything else-
But me.