The words flow like a stream
rolling thru the forest
but
I find that I can’t
always relate
to how I feel’
or what I’m thinking
I wonder why the gift
but not the understanding
It seems I can
transform thoughts to poetry
with ease
but I can never
find the proper words
to say
when I’m speaking to you
I stammer and stutter
but the poet turns mute
and the feelings
remain locked up inside
anyway
Spoken Word Cured That
They say and say and say and.. Your orose also rocks.
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poets are cursed and
poets are cursed and afflicted