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The Poet in Me...
Once upon a thought, I ventured in
dreams considered a myth...between
Venus and the Cosmos my burst is
galactic dust, sins to mortals.
My desires are black holes, killing
sunshine with my thoughts. Planets
bow at my feet as if I'm the Creator
only to find an imitator of time and
space with a galactic burst, satisfying
stars across the universe--
Once upon a thought, I ventured in
dreams considered a myth...between
heaven and hell, my burst are mortal
sins, galactic dust in space. My desires
are tornado's creating a new path with
your wishes.
Mountains move with the sound of my
voice as if I'm the Creator only to find
an imitator of time and space with
mortal sins, smoking weed, rehearsing
poetry...the poet in me!
Once upon a thought, I fought legions
of demons in my dreams. What once
was considered a myth is now a reality.
Can you cope with this mentality?
Sanity is minimal when suicide is
subliminal. What you hear is critical!
A cry for help! I don't think so!
The poet in me won't die--my words will
multiply, imitating time and space
creating rhythm and blues with versus
across the Cosmos--
Once upon a thought, I ventured through
the universe with one pulse, one note, one
microphone, one voice, now you know!
Galactic-ly seducing Venus in my dreams,
no myth--between the Sun and the Moon,
I'm the stars shining bright, guiding your
mind with my constellations, meditation
can get you there--
I am the Creator, breathing poetry in
mankind, a living legend before, rebirth...
the poet in me...
