Pure Poet

I paint pictures that stand the test of time

poetically inclined to leave you thinking like a mime

the pressure has been hotter than the depths of hell

that’s why my last name will always ring bells

genetically synthesized to lead a new enterprise

my presence alone is meant to energize

call me what you feel

persona so eloquent the demand is real

caught between the grape vine and what we call reality

you been stuck in the gutter, I call it cowardly

just a few lines to tease you from the back burner of my brain

lessons from a pure poet that comes highly untrained


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