what comes from this keyboard is a word, a thought, courage, and the mind to tell my story,

it is my key that unlocks my doors, it breaths for me, fight's my struggles, and give's me the speech of a language so rare, it is these key's that i punch in the middle of the night, it fight's my insomina, giving me pit's and pieces of truth,

it spreads the word's that i can not whisper aloud, it screams for me, when i feel that my vocals can not tell my story,

it walk's me through my seconds, slips me through my minutes, and push's me through the hour's, that take up my time, i feel the life of a poet in me, i have expressed my beliefs, shared my cries, and gave justice to my past,

it grabs at me, holds me when i fell cold, giving me warmth to embrace, it is the life in me, the alphabet that forms such prescious thinking, my words,

my life has been the poet in me, in me it give's free range, to be a whisper,


this is dedicated to all poet's, to all that form's our word's, and for the embrace we give one another,