I write to increase the wealth of my mental
want to be of service…become influential
Giving of self is a Godly virtue…
as I share my time, this space…with you
Poets of purpose…talents beyond greatness
the inkwell so deep, it almost appears weightless
Nothing will break this focus
…no moment of sorcery nor hocus-pocus
No seraphim, Eros, devil or Angel’s fuss
God influences my mental…as thus
Catapult my mind through life-less matter
few situations get me madder…than the Hatter!
sometimes want to serve hate on a platter…but
love is better…it’s what I give and would rather
see evil fall hard…hit the ground…splatter!
I can read the work of many others
ink so sweet…sometimes it smothers
so I breathe deeper and become over-bloated
I eat every morsel…especially the sugar coated
Consume the words…they give me life
from daily burdens, they ease all strife
encouragement and love in levels of light
gotta wear shades…they’re ink so bright
Offering…interpretations
visual creations
calculations
stimulating libations
striations…all
communications of…
life-lessons
personal confessions
secret digressions and
written verbal weapons
piercing perceptions…all…
In the name of this blessed art
every mind writes a specific chart
I compare them to miracles…oh yes
Thou art…
great, gritty, funny and smart…
givers of the words and I…
may we never, never, ever…part*
Jon` B. Crenshaw
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