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Pinnacle
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Triumvirate The ravings of a raven
The crowings of a crow
The unkind critics finally gave in
And stepped aside, allowing this determined darkhorse to continue my inspiring spoken word salvation show
This poet painfully spent his past perpetually imprisoned in a purgatory for patriarchs and prophets alike
Now I spread my repaired wings of wax towards freedom, but making sure not to fly too close to the sun
A black stallion now tranquilly transformed into a white peace dove as I step on stage and spit into the mic
Using my tragic tales as bullets and my volcanic voice as a gun
This poet is parallel to Polaris and can be compared to a shimmering North Star on Earth
Just look up to me if you need some light to illuminate your dark path at night
disparagement and denigration are dead, and to a brand new scar on bloodstained pages…I have just given birth
All the warriors of the world…put down your wicked weapons, for we’ll use words to ferociously fight
I’m certainly not a soldier, but I sure as Hell showcase a significant amount of soul
I’ll be bleeding on white lined paper long after my pen runs out of ink and pouring my heart out even after the day I die
Alliteration and inspiration always allows me to arise to the pinnacle of the poet’s totem pole
Now please excuse me while I kiss the sky
