Knock Knot Thy Would Cello

Jell-O strings of mine mind,
echo wind naught tempestuously
Dew find thy crystal clarity radiance,
unique persona fit aura
Fluidity of existence
Bee self-germinated
Lit pure pollination
Like grain gr-sound violin,
finding thy profound perfect pitch.

Knot whole words echo hollow,
amid thy bark knight-n-gale
Writing gr-moan moon beams,
whispering terse,
upon wry ears
Being heard,
slay starlight serenades’ serenade’s
poet epiphany
Wherein poets,
set satin sails,
riding writ winds
wandering tails.

Whom am Eye,
beside lone I,
inside shallow grave,
decomposing life
Within grave plot,
rotting would awry words,
never heard - rewinding sighs
Repeat, repeating
knock, k-not Too Bee
A lone vassal of terse destitution
Sink, sinking poet vessel,
drowning in one’s words,
amid fraught restitution.

God, got to feel my knees,
sprout forth,
from Mother Earth insight
rooted purpose
God, got to branch out,
thy inspirational independent frames,
amid pure enlightenment
God, got to reach
and achieve self-worth
pinnacle paramount poet felt entitlements
Not bye,
thy peers,
but deep inside thy soul
that makes US feel -
the depth as poets.

Pretentious bee eye to eye,
to assume privilege,
to the Pimp Academy Awards of Artists
My name,
only God nose dye face,
between eye to eye,
beyond hearing voice range
Skeletal fingers raking the ivory keys
that dost make Poet
exquisite sounds anonymous
Poet pauper pawn,
DYE only Service,
was to play Chess Game,
in falling Domino Crosses.

(So a Pious Academy Award Tr$$$,
could stay home and say,
He Won.)


HeArtMosphere Poet

Knock Knot Thy Would Cello

Jell-O strings of mine mind, echo wind naught tempestuously
Dew find thy crystal clarity radiance, unique persona fit aura
Fluidity of existence Bee self-germinated Lit pure pollination
Like grain gr-sound violin, finding thy profound perfect pitch.

Knot whole words echo hollow, amid thy bark knight-n-gale
Writing gr-moan moon beams, whispering terse, upon wry ears
Being heard, slay starlight serenades’ serenade’s poet epiphany
Wherein poets, set satin sails, riding writ winds wandering tails.

Whom am Eye, beside lone I, inside shallow grave, decomposing life
Within grave plot, rotting would awry words, never heard - rewinding sighs
Repeat, repeating knock, k-not Too Bee A lone vassal of terse destitution
Sink, sinking poet vessel, drowning in one’s words, amid fraught restitution.

God, got to feel my knees, sprout forth, from Mother Earth insight rooted purpose
God, got to branch out, thy inspirational independent frames, amid pure enlightenment
God, got to reach and achieve self-worth pinnacle paramount poet felt entitlements
Not bye, thy peers, but deep inside thy soul that makes US feel - the depth as poets.

Pretentious bee eye to eye, to assume privilege, to the Pimp Academy Awards of Artists
My name, only God nose dye face, between eye to eye, beyond hearing voice range
Skeletal fingers raking the ivory keys that dost make Poet exquisite sounds anonymous
Poet pauper pawn, DYE only Service, was to play Chess Game, in falling Domino Crosses.

(So a Pious Academy Award Tr$$$ could stay home and say, He Won.)


HeArtMosphere Poet