no rehearsal at times at the spur of the moment.
I always comment my ideas-
never practiced
just picked up the pencil and started writin',
lately fightin' criticism, I won't be a pessimist cause'
really that don't bother me..
I feed of rejection and others doubts of my talent,
a gift from above.
Unpublished poet eager to be heard goin' the extra
miles to state his plee..
never took NO for an
answer, but thats all I heard...
multiple answer
questions only confuse this young writer...
a couple years i lived with writers' block..
the feeling was dying, not really tryin' hard to continue..
nobody cared, parents thought i was crazy when
hours i would spend writing, "your goin' to go blind,
what on earth are writing so much about",
they didn't understand me back then...
Spoken words poetry jam; my introduction to the
metamorphisis,
displayed a character not known to
them...everyone is a poet. you know how to write,
"your a poet", can you rhyme? "yes", "your a poet",
like they say you didn't even know it-
Unpublished poet won't stop now the stars are not that far,
right over mars...stars lite so bright the unpublish soul givin'
it warmth and a sense of comfort for a while.
Between true poets walk those that are called poetasters'
inferior poets, with the grace to write but not the callin'
to reach others with words not only writen but spoken.
Smoking the peace pipe widens your horizons...
Unpublished now, copyrighten later.