Rhythmic linguistics
Mimic spirits of the gifted
That which I use to enthuse through prose, sonnets and limericks
Which allows one to be intellectually perused
Not ran through and sifted
Have ones souls tectonics dramatically even radically shifted
POWER of THE WORD to have you encouraged & uplifted
Knowing of the pain Ive caused through soulless sins committed
A rage was placed on page to have my inner darkness depicted
And for far too long MY RAGE was unrestricted
Blurting words of dirt to hurt, knowingly having cursive words twisted
The strain in my heart and brain were slowly resisted
I guess I suppressed the best, unless to the SINS I was totally addicted
Even the inner noble me spoke vocally yet the lifestyle contradicted
And as demons raged within with vim I forced to look to the light
But my eyes were nearly blinded so I squinted
Knowing all along I purposefully resisted, though I was convicted
BUT humbled as I stumbled to recognize that to a life of pain I was terribly afflicted
And since Satan insisted, his hatred persisted
And his reigning my mind is what had me to have psychologically drifted
But now I choose to commune and speak
Fully humbled and meek
Still learning to kern words as I continuously tweak
KNOWING that my spirit is willing, but my loathing detested flesh is weak
Back to square one to hit a new pinnacle, PEAK
I sought for and eternally seek to peek
Within the chaos and noise, praying for power & poise
Within every word or verse I converse or disperse when I speak