I'm on a mission.
So listen.To my mind frames voice.I'll give you my rendition.Feel free to mention.Mock me if you shall.All poets know.Not to cuff anothers files.I take words.Poems.My form of poetry.To another dimension.I'm a counselor with these nouns.I go there.My stories theories.Hold enough insight to cut tension.If words were food.Paper being plates.A stage would definitely be my kitchen.By the end of my points.I'll have your mind doing dishes.Keeping your thoughts flinching.Keeping your fingers clenching.Around ball point pens.I stay in my craft longer than.Bad kids do in detention.This is how I express what's within.I inhale creativity.Exhaling with my pen.Others can Woosah!For me there's no counting to ten.M.T.F.D.