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POETRY IS ART,

 A PORTRAIT IN THE MIND OF THE POET,

HIS DREAMS-NO MATTER HOW HOLLOW AND  EMPTY,

MADE VISIBLE FOR ALL TO SEE

THE BROKEN MAN HIDDEN INSIDE.

POETRY IS MUSIC,

A RHYTHM AND BLUES TUNE ORCHESTRATED IN THE MIND OF SAID POET,

       THE HOLLOW BEAT OF HIS HEART,

THINGS THAT HAVE TORN HIM APART,

                                SMOOTH GROOVES,

                                               BEATS,

                                                         HOOKS AND SNEERS

CAUSING HIS HANDS TO DANCE ACROSS EVERY PAGE WHILE BEARING HIS THOUGHTS.

                   POETRY IS LIKE MAKING LOVE,

     TWO BODIES MOVING IN UNISON

THE MIND OF THE POET SEDUCING WORDS SPOKEN

WHILE RUNNING ACROSS EACH LINE,

                                                                  EACH PAGE.

                                                                                       RAGE.

                        INTOXICATING HIS BRAIN

                                                                  AS THOUGHT FORNICATES 

                                         WITH HIS MINDS WORDPLAY

          LAID ON EVERY PAGE 

                                                     UNTILL  ART IS CREATED…

DECEMBER 27,2004

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