I'm made up of words you know,
page up and page down of
recorded observations,
thoughts and ideas,
and yes, sometimes 
experience.

I look around me and
observe what I see,
injustice turns my blood to boil
and make me see red.

I put this on paper
hoping to shed a seed
grow an idea
move the paradigm. 

I dream worlds of words
and see them in colors,
like tapestries of abundance
a dream weaver of time,
ethereal plane and space.

Take note, read me,
I implore
my message stated
in lines
to open a door
to move
to places
never seen before.