I am a poet even though some still do not promote it.

The words that I spew out are of rare linguistics’ which makes them very potent.

Unable to subdue the thoughts that rarely leave my brain,

I write and explore all notions that get thrown my way.

Some think its insane how I can develop any word or sentence

into a paragraph or any inference.  Like the act of reasoning from factual knowledge or evidence for instance.

People believe it’s unbelievable to obtain any substance from expressing yourself

What they fail to realize is that anything you do is heightened and what you get from that is more than a sustained felt. 

Way more than a passionate feeling, these explorations of the English language

can be held onto until the end of our physical appearances.

It is something our children can cling on to when times are worth bearing.

This is a time of peril and recession and art is what is needed, wanted, a gift that is well worth sharing.

An act so permissible that can be remembered forever especially since using your brain became out of date and those who choose to became clever.

There isn’t much to it but to do it.  The level of I allows me to pursue it.

Coming off the block and chasing down my sensation and anguish or anything that makes me want to reveal my own language.

This allows me to set my own laws and codes I can live by.

By-laws that permit me to progress and to love I!

I am a poet and I do know it!  Now is the time you pick your brain and show it.

Now is the time.  An American Renaissance is before us.  Embrace the change join me so we can implore us.

Speak for yourself so you can employ trust.  Love yourself so you can enjoy love.