I’m not more than a Poet

Ploughman of dream,
Growing feelings unknown,
Where there’s nothing at all,
Planting a seed inside individuals,
Pitched to un described  things,
Love and knowledge, might come
From this seed,
Inventing riddle,
At the edge limit of the reason,
At the precipice without fear,
Labyrinth for stupid, and exits for
Intelligent.

Life from another point of view,
Maraud around it, that’s the way to live it,
How we avoid it when it comes with high sorrows,
Irritating,
gathering sadness,
happiness,
hate,
Things we feel, we write it,
exposed to the reader,
We are so different to others,  
Invisible to the irrational,
Hated by the normality,
the ordinary,
paradoxical phrase,
un-discover paradigm,
understandable,
doctors of the words,
wise of the same,
main character of it conjugation,
sometimes looser,
when is showed without metaphors,
uncovering our own feelings,
Sometimes the other one,
Owner of our argument,
Commandant of our words,
Diferent areas of poetry,
Where do we fit, unknown until
You hear the applause,
Then you know
where you belong,
our domain is what inspired others,
passion,
hate,
resentment,
love,
society,
best topic of all time,
I’m not more than another poet,
I’m not more than another poet,
Write is my fever,
Without medication,
Except the gratitude feelings,
Details are my faith,
I use then as my judge,
Without a sin,
Strange becomes a hobby,
The normal so boring,
A waste of judgment,
Fading to the forgotten state,
Individuals that make poetry
Part of an illusion,
Confusion,
Destiny,
Addiction,
I’m addicted,
Don’t blame me,
What I write?
Making or not
Any sense,
Is attractive,
I’m not more than a poet,
Thrown at the oblivion.
SENA