I enjoy to sit and to write
To my own self I recite
It is my greatest delight
To shed some kind of light
For the blind are inclined
To defame and define
To be amused when confused
At the most stupid of rhymes
I’m as prudent as the student
That then becomes the class teacher
Like the son of a minister
Who grows up to be the preacher!
I’m a lyrical leech
Taking the power from words
To place them into formats
That can hardly ever occur!
A hardball is thrown into the field at the catcher
The rye is then broken
For I become the soul snatcher
Batch of broken dreams
Drowned in swallowed schemes
Losing therapeutic themes
While the remainder of my heart
Is wounded by shiny gleams
Treacherously abhorred
Mindfully adored
Insecurely secured
Inconsistently consistent
Persistently persistent
My mind evolves than my life storms
That made me weather resistant
I am here to share
Whether or not people do care
I suppose
I oppose
Many doors I do open
For every one that does close!
I seek for wisdom to spread
To fill up my head
With knowledge
Rather than lead
To make my life dead
For my death is alive
The more that I strive
All my pain is my mistress
And my attitude is my wife.
I thank goodness and thank God
For the struggle I overcame
But at the end of the day
People only know my pseudonym
And not my real name
Thus I an be whoever or whatever
And heart doesn’t tire
But my greatest desire
Is to fill people’s hearts up with fire.
SkTzO