SHE GAVE ME POETRY

INC0NSISTANT IDEAS OF EMOTIONAL

STIMULATION CONJOINED BY

CONFINED DIVERSITIES ON SUPERFICIAL

LAYERS OF FLACID WORDS

IN SELF SUFFICIENT VIBES

HER HARP STINGS MY HEARTACHE

AND MISERY

SIGNIFYING WRENCHING MEMEORIES

OF DESOLATE WORDS UNSPOKEN

AND I NEED A RE-FILL

TO FEEL THE CORE OF MY MENTAL

ATMOSPHERE RISE BEFORE

MY WISDOM DROWNS IN

OPPRESSIVE FATE

THE GATES TO CLOSED WOUNDS

SWING OPEN LIKE OLD WESTERN SALOONS

SO I WRITE TO THE TUNE OF

PURPLE GLASSES HALF FULL OF

POETIKLIQUEUR, WHISPERING POETIKVOKALZ

AS IT POURS FROM MY SOUL

SHE GIVES ME THE DEEPEST.....

POETRY

THE BRACKETS FOR WHICH I PAY TAXES

REMAIN CONSITANT TO THE DUES OF

SINS WORKING MY NERVES

TO THIS MUSIC, MY POETIC JUICES BECAME

EXCLUSIVE TO HER SOUND

(STRUMMING MY PAIN WITH HER FINGERS,

SINGING MY LIFE WITH HER WORDS)

WORDS WHICH EXPOSES THE DEPTHS OF MY

LOYALTY TO HER SPIRIT

EACH LYRIC ENDULGES MY FEISTY AMBITIONS

TO TAP DEEPER INTO SUBMISSION

AND POETRY

IS THE IGNITITON TO HER MUSIC

THYME SEASONS POULTRY BUT THIS,

THIS AIN’T NO CHICKEN SOUP ROMANCE

SAVING THE LAST DANCE AS IT MARINATES

AND RESINATES THROUGH THE YEARS

AS THE BAND CONTINUES TO PLAY

SILLY OLD LOVE SONGS

THE PAIN OF THE SWORD WHICH SEVERED

THE WINGS OF THIS BLACK BUTTERFLY IS FADING

INTO DUST

BUT THE MARKS OF MY PAIN

WILL CONSISTANTLY PERFORM THE SAME

AS LONG AS SHE PROVIDES ME WITH

MUSIC AND POETRY