words pour from me

like life could end

if not to depend

on the power of my pen/

how many lives were spared

because verse replaced

the curse and I learned

through words that I could

forgive again?



tangling up my

mental cerebellum

catastrophoic strophes

and street tales

of true living sin

I forsake evil around me

cast out weapons that

ultimately could destroy me

IM an inkwell

pouring from my pores

over this canvass

called life/

I change lives

with my fountain pen

I write and share it and

I believe someone's

fate has been changed....

my sordid soul

is set free...

 

(Written Feb 02, 2006 and Dedicated )