I'm not a poet

I’m not a poet but my pen and I, we form the perfect duet, running riot as my emotions sets us into motion painting pictures of blissful memory, harmony, pain and catastrophe. We move in sync as we mimic the copulating ritual of two bodies bound for life expressing thoughts and ideas that would otherwise remain potential... and this is essential really because I need to express what I feel truly.

I’m not a poet, just a keen observer, a lost sojourner, and a student of life, love and lust, just another man from the dust piecing together patterns of the human experience at a pricey expense. A lost soul, a rebel absent of cause and a prisoner of time tossed through sand, clay and lime further hardened by the furnace of time, realizing that sometimes the fallacy is just the truth that we cannot see.

So... I’m not a poet... just another man who thanks God for spell check and prays often that the teller doesn’t bounce the cheque, probably one plagued with many questions often seeking directions, well aware of his imperfections wishing he was the ladies’ number one selection... but no... So ... He wonders if he could have all he wanted really, all that he longed for deeply,” would I still just be... awesome me?”

Well you guessed it... I’m not a poet just another man who can’t figure the wrong from the right and finds it hard to strictly follow the one true light, so he hugs his pen ever so tight as he finds it hard to walk the fine line while he is surrounded by patches of grey and has to face each day with its dismay as they come as they may...so I seek the wisdom in words, find the beauty in all the worlds hoping they give a clue as to what to do and some days they just do... and when I’m left blue I take delight in knowing the future is bright, pick my pen and start to write at the creative impulse from the flow of the divine that comes out of this pen of mine, well knowing  that this mosaic of ups and downs is a picture of unfathomable beauty orchestrated solely by destiny.

And if you haven’t figured it out really... I’m not a poet just a guy that needs to express himself freely.