Life Of A Poet

Lately I’ve been going ‘round in circles with my words Complications arise as I dress my subjects with verbs Inspiration has escaped me to create magic it won’t let me It continues to hold me back and it’s beginning to upset me I breathe, bleed and sweat ink love it with all my heart But now my pen and paper are starting to grow apart Within my art is where I find my strength and sanity To steal it from me would be a crime to humanity Sometimes it drives me to the point of using profanity And I would use every word in a manner so candidly Though profanity never equals resolutions All profanity does is create endless confusion Yet some poets seem to be under the idiotic illusion That it makes them look cool what a dim witted delusion All I want is to breathe the gift of life back into my words For they are out of oxygen this curse must be reversed I am in desperate need to rebirth More strength and power into my words Transform back into the poet that I am Display the true talent in my work My pen and paper have stuck by me Through all that’s thick and thin I guard them with my life So much passion I hold within Paradise and excitement Is what my words bring me It’s a feeling like no other And it’s wonderful believe me Lord I hope all these circles Soon form into straight lines So that I can enter back Into my world of rhymes By Glenn McCrary © 2010 Glenn McCrary (All rights reserved)