Alterego

Whenever I sit down to create poetic art the spirit of my alterego suddenly begins to bark he completely takes over me as he gradually enhances my mind helping me to discover the amazing word play that within myself I never thought I'd find it's like I'm swimming in a river drowning in inspiration during a storm showering me with magical thoughts as the poet within me is slowly reborn his lyrical angels pick me up and allow me to ride on the comfort of their wings I shout out of happiness and glory as the heavens of excitement above me sing breathing, inhaling deep inside of my lungs the powers of my alterego while exhaling the poisonous toxins of writer's block that have been collapsing the bridge below to me he is a special gift my water, my fire, my one love installed in me by the hands of the Mighty One above this ego of mine floats on the clouds in the very back of my mind and whenever I'm in need I just call on him to help me spit these beautiful rhymes By Glenn McCrary © 2010 Glenn McCrary (All rights reserved)