Within the pages of my poetry I can be
a righteous king, a fierce warrior or even a silly JESTER.
I have the ability to heal the sick, imprison a serial killer
or punish a child MOLESTER.
A humble poet can even paint a picture of a beautiful peacock,
carefully illustrating each colorful FEATHER.
Within the pages of my poetry I can fall in and out of love
without ever getting HURT.
I have the ability to REVERSE
any maliciously diabolical CURSE.
I'm a superhero sworn to protect the people of planet EARTH.
Within the pages of my poetry
I can look at the image in the mirror and SEE
the road which lead toward my individual DESTINY.
My delusions of grandeur have been recognized and re-identified
through spoken word DELIVERY.
It's a little more than just feeling FREE.
I'm ACTUALLY able to protect the value of my SANITY
by tossing my poems into the air and showering myself LYRICALLY.
Within the pages of my poetry a smiling face indicates SUNSHINE.
These are the unassuming words from a humble poet's sober MIND.
Alone is how I spend most of my TIME.
When I walk through the woods and listen to cardinals,
blue jays and sparrows sing, I truly believe that they're
spreading the magical melody of my RHYME.
My words, adjectives, pronouns and verbs are powerful enough
to transform me into a bird which can FLY so very HIGH.
Now I'm surveying the entire mountain region with an eagle EYE.
The joy in which I receive sometimes causes me to CRY.
Within the pages of my poetry I know that I'm ALIVE.
