Wordgasm

The first, second and third lines

Well versed in sweet smelling magical rhymes

It is not the staggering steps not stunted speech of a man drunk in wine

It is an experience buttered in truth, much sweeter than a peaceful white lie

The mind of a poet, hold thoughts a bunch of fists can't

It carries scars, not one, two or three, you'd lose count

Within, nothing is ever as it seems

There are no saints here, just sinners and their sins

Words interwoven between world's, one only a poet sees

Cerebral ecstacy

The reward for bearing the mark of a poet

In our gaze, every word is a moment

Time is always travelling at its slowest

This is not the work of Johnny walker or a bottle of moet

This is a paper trail, always travelling thin

Never blood wasted

Just Ink related

Vision to a poet, yet esoteric to others not related by poetic kin

A foreigner is lost within and searches for clarity

Where we find mediocrity

Our ink is our destiny

To believe otherwise is cerebral mutiny

We chronicle stories better than movie directors

And interpret words more than award winning actors

We are the true heroes

We don't lurk in the shadows or bask behind opaque mirrors

We write

One word a time until we right

All that has gone wrong in a world

Where the pen would always win battles much more than the sword



Wordgasm


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