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A Poet To Be

I have no �sundays,
they're all sunny days
no weekdays or holidays

i have a quill to refill
every time i get the feels

i don't need any promised tomorrows
to give back what i do not borrow
Carpe Diem is my day
i live it right away

i react at any given act
i don't postpone any pact
i may wake up at midnight
for a passing word to write

poet with whimsical sense
senseless feel like a trance
giving you answers on the fly
clearly plain, not on the sly

you may hear my negative words
they sting like spears hurled
but they never intent to hurt
what doesn't kill you..........................

what i learned in one word
is to be a part of this world
not living apart like a Hermit
no man is ever an island

lost in the mid of the ocean
at the mercy of a raging motion
cut off like a plagued cursed
waiting the blisters to burst

no Adam can do without Eve
earth without water can't live
Night without day cant end
quill without ink, if you understand !

sow your seed in the human earth
bequeath your ink where its worth
then death will bring an eternal memory
here lies the poet who is Me