B cry of A POET

cry of a poet

Between intense pain and near insanity
intricate dance steps ofwords woven through the plaintive staircase of
negation
finally explodes like an artery spitting blood
drenching the world wiht an unending shower of luminous verses
critics read,fired a canon of critism at5 this steel clad ego
fools! who distrust unique perspective
for they put to grave a mind with poor imagination for
alternatives.

when your lines can speak in a million different hues like a camellion
passing though a rainbow
then will i dorn my custume of defeat
and banish forever ,all notions of denail
slash me wide open wiht aguggenhein sword
pierce my soul with a pulzer rod
and i will throttle every thought before itputs on the nightmarish
custume of poetry.

listen; men are different as various colours of birds in a tropical
forest
he pride of some lies in dice
and a voice that crys; eight on the wheel ceaselessly
in some,the passage of white death from nostils to nostrils
but in us flows blood as swift as the nile
inspirations as invincible and magnetic as the bermuda triangle
words as seperate and unique like the thumbprint of men.