I convey a specific message in my poetry

Although the meaning is clear

I’ll always be cryptic

For the ones who know Monko

They already know

That between the lines

Between the words

The essence of the mind prints it’s flow

Cryptic

I have not chosen to be

Rhythmic

You have chosen to see

For my fellow brothers of the poetry circle

Our own identity resides in our own words

Changing a line or a word

Is going through one’s soul with a sword

Edit this

And from poetry class I dismiss

I will not tolerate you coming into my mind

Blind with ideas that rape our cultivated souls

Each word is unique

For each one that has the heart to share his mind

For you it’s just a word black on white

For us the spectrum of the mind spoke it’s right