- Apr 22, 2003
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I wanted to be a poet
so I hung out in cafe's
sipping cappuccino's
scribing down stanza, in pencil,
on the complimentary napkins
while gazing out the store front window
so I hung out in cafe's
sipping cappuccino's
scribing down stanza, in pencil,
on the complimentary napkins
while gazing out the store front window
I wanted to be a poet
So I took daily trips to the park
laid my blanket under the biggest tree
observing lifes many wonders
and jolting it all down on my 99cent note pad
while chasing thoughts in my mind
So I took daily trips to the park
laid my blanket under the biggest tree
observing lifes many wonders
and jolting it all down on my 99cent note pad
while chasing thoughts in my mind
I wanted to be a poet
so I visited the after hour poetry clubs
mingled with the artists
twirling strawberry daiquiries in my hand
in a smoke filled, putrid room
so I visited the after hour poetry clubs
mingled with the artists
twirling strawberry daiquiries in my hand
in a smoke filled, putrid room
I wanted to be a poet
so I wrote down the pain
I wrote down the joy
I wrote down other peoples daily routines
I wrote about everything from dog poop
to fame
so I wrote down the pain
I wrote down the joy
I wrote down other peoples daily routines
I wrote about everything from dog poop
to fame
I wanted to be a poet
until I stop wanting to be a poet
cause wanting to be a poet was getting me down...
cause wanting to be a poet was getting me down...
cause wanting...
to be a poet...
was...
gettin...
me...
down...
until I stop wanting to be a poet
cause wanting to be a poet was getting me down...
cause wanting to be a poet was getting me down...
cause wanting...
to be a poet...
was...
gettin...
me...
down...
I wanted to be a poet
until I realized that I am poetry
from the way my hips curves
until I realized that I am poetry
from the way my hips curves
when I tip up my glass to my parched sundried lips
to the way my eyes flutter open to see the rising of the sun
to the way my hair reaches for the heavens and tingles to its vibrations
from the way my body curves, turns, and twist
in all the right locations
from the way my womb opens up
to reproduce a fraction of myself
then closes back up to protect my precious wealth
from the way my mind instructs me
to move, think, breathe, sing, walk, talk, love, hate, feel
to the way my heart pumps independently,
to the way my hair reaches for the heavens and tingles to its vibrations
from the way my body curves, turns, and twist
in all the right locations
from the way my womb opens up
to reproduce a fraction of myself
then closes back up to protect my precious wealth
from the way my mind instructs me
to move, think, breathe, sing, walk, talk, love, hate, feel
to the way my heart pumps independently,
like the river that flows across the land, but still,
to support my exisitance
I AM POETRY!
Poetry in motion
Poetry in making
Poetry in essence
Poetry arrested
under the laws of CREATION
Poetry in making
Poetry in essence
Poetry arrested
under the laws of CREATION
I wanted desperately to be a poet
until I realized
I'VE REALIZED
POETRY
IS
( I )
until I realized
I'VE REALIZED
POETRY
IS
( I )