I am poetry I am those words your father whispered into your mother’s ears as he hit her word’s that resulted in… you. I am poetry. I am the hist… of history of stories untold the words that brought peace to war and tranquility to the tortured soul. I am poetry. I am the crest of the crescent moon that lit the nights of social gloom and brought freedom to the shackled mind on underground railroads of thought combined this poetry and me to set you free for I am poetry. I was in the heart of Hannibal as he scaled mountains to history’s stratosphere In the soul of Sun Tzu as the art of war brought impotent civilization fear In the mind of Chaka as the Zulu peoples conquered a continent with the spear I was that poetry In the peace of Martin, just deserts of Malcolm that fought the same war, and battled talcum covered hatred and with unity and love, hate was shattered I was that poetry that flowed the Tigris and Euphrates to Egyptian civilization, pyramids amazing words flowing in the heart of Hebrew slave who made them even rolling from the lips of Moses/Aaron who’d save them. I brought culture to the Roman Empire of old Dominating the world, no story untold as historians passed on history, to pen their souls as poets with Greco/Roman flow. I am the Chinaman’s chi the Negro’s sweet beats the German’s poetic strudel I am the whole world’s kit and caboodle I am poetry. I flowed from David’s pen in the Psalms Was the Wisdom of Solomon, his dread-locked Son an ecclesiastical journey to the center of the human’s being opening blinded eyes, makin’ sure all of’um are seein’. I am Buddah’s bust Mohammed’s just Chirst’s sinless blood bringing salvation to the poetic world. I am poetry. So flow with me….