Catch me drifting on winds cool breeze
Catch me drifting in 90 degrees
And still as cool as can be
Calm and collected
This poet has accepted
The power of the pen
And the gifts given
I'm a vocabulary doctor
A sensual soul rocker
Eye opening breath of fresh air
Multimillionaire of compound nouns
Adjectives, Adverbs, interjection
And strange words
Meanings that mean things
That you've been meaning to say
Lean my way
And grant me your ear
I'm the Cyrano De Bergerac
Of poetic rap
Besides that
I'm a black man of his
Word, Imagine that
I use poetry
To use me
And usually
It flows so beautifully
After three lines
You know its me
Cause I've entered you mind body and soul
And when its done
You want more of me
I'm something like a drug
The addiction, is sorcery
A hocus pocus limerick of words
Create Flowtry
I'm an abductee
A Willing detainee of poetry
Its captured me
And to have it any other way
Would be disarray
My mind could leave today
But my pen would stay
Along with the pages that I used to ink a way
Into the hearts of my readers that drift away
I'm poetries soul-child
when she mated with broken hearts
And lost dreams
She blessed me
And bless me to bless you
With a path and love thats long-overdue
Thats just what poetry do
Its something thats so true
And this piece is from
me and poetry to you
