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Poet Introduction
Words are my medium - my chalk, my acrylics, my water colors - and they allow me to verbally Dali and Van Gogh my innermost feelings and perspectives on various aspects of life.
Favorite Poets/Writers
Jim, Morrison, Jackie Collins, Tupac Shakur, Jeremy Clarkson, Christopher WallaceAbout Me
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Greedy
I was greedy…
Wiled tedium
With my favorite medium…
Now the words that I need – that I deserve, that I bleed – are unheard in my plead.
Absurd is my plight; no, that’s not right, absurd is my seat
As I swerve and I screech,
Losing my footing, choosing my pudding;
Forget crow, it’s my just desserts that I eat.
Now my outlet has left me.
How did it tempt me
To tout it ‘til empty…?
If found, I would envy
The powers it lent me.
But I doubt it would let me.
I strain to express…
I let my brain do its best
To regain fluidness,
But I’m insane; I played the game to its best.
“We cleared his head; now let’s do the same to his chest.”
I was greedy…
Wiled tedium
With my favorite medium…
Now the words that I need – that I deserve, that I bleed – are unheard in my plead.
Absurd is my plight; no, that’s not right, absurd is my seat
As I swerve and I screech,
Losing my footing, choosing my pudding;
Forget crow, it’s my just desserts that I eat.
Now my outlet has left me.
How did it tempt me
To tout it ‘til empty…?
If found, I would envy
The powers it lent me.
But I doubt it would let me.
I strain to express…
I let my brain do its best
To regain fluidness,
But I’m insane; I played the game to its best.
“We cleared his head; now let’s do the same to his chest.”
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