Life is

Life is whatever you make it
Life is time after time- Cyndi Lauper.
Life is alive, alive forever,
Life is.

Life doesnt change, people do
Life remains the same, that is true.
Life is quiet, she's not saying a word
Life is serious, dont play with her.

Life is shh, do you hear that sound
Life is going nowhere fast round and round
Life is will always be last woman standing
Life is can be a bit demanding

Still life is there for you to enjoy
Life is a gift that can bring you joy
so treat her good and she'll do the same
Life is, is not a game

"Don't worry" said Bob Marley...
cause life was here long before you were born
and she will be here long after you have gone
men try to record her but nobody has ever outlived her
she loves unconditionally so you better believe  her.


Mythical_Poet
draft 1

Life Motions

I admit
ever since I could remember,
school days was good days
but on many days I felt out of place,like
I never really understood myself, sorta.

See
I felt like Clark Kent must a felt in his high-school
days, just a nobody, with a history as haunting
as a fiction horror movie very cloudy and bruisy
walking around without a proper clue of who I am.

Truly, I must write my story since this experience
in my place of residence has affected my existence.
Now I look back and laugh- its so funny
was never the 'cool' kid in school, but was always
the kid very quiet yet mentally wanting popular friends
 like what I would do to be fun too.

I guess I just wanted to fit in, be a regular kid
but was only kidding myself like I wasn't
different, unusual or 'wonderfully made'. Boy
I was too serious at times,its ironic I
simply wanted to be in the 'in-crowd'
when all I had to be was me! My own crowd.

My Self esteem gauge was threatening and it showed.
In reality my high-school mentality was all culturally
based on spirituality,it was socially a falsely
self perceived identity of a younger me
and the world I see.

My childhood felt like a
dream in which I could not wake, it was fake.
I dont even remember fully the mystery
of it all. I couldn't see the truth in-front of me
still my personality never let me be
what I was not-a follower. Instead

the question deep inside my mind
was who am I, where do I belong
it felt most days very distant and strong,
cause I never felt apart
of anything totally- but little did
I know it would all make sense one day like
nothing lasts forever-its sad.But its the truth.

And we all go through life motions
take this poetry literally, its a true story
cause where im from is not fully known to me
am an alien walking and talking so to speak, cause
fate has done a great injustice to me, but its
okay for with great power comes great responsibility.

Mythical_Poet
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Introvert blues

Out of rhythm with the world
misunderstood time after time
down I go, down down down
just me in mind with nobody around.
Trying to sing but nobody sings with me;
dying to shout but im so solitary.
I cant fit in anywhere I go
This dont feel right-and it shows
even though I know-just wanna blend in
Im a stranger, and solo. Theres no ending.

Mythical_Poet-2012
draft 1

Why

Sometimes I wonder inside... like
why do I write, why do I still put up a fight
why dont I let darkness win, why am I stil trying

Sometimes I just hate life but you'd never know
 like somethings wrong inside, it wont show like
why do I feel this way, why do I stray
why do I fear myself, and this thing im becoming
thats haunting me in the mirror saying come nearer.

Sometimes I cant be bothered like
why do I fall, why do I spring
why do I summer, why do I winter,

Why do I give thanks but feel I deserve more
why am I unsure
why do I keep getting up even when I collapse
maybe why has no answer perhaps

Sometimes I do lie --its the wretched in me
why do I get sad, then I smile gladly
why am I good, but think of bad
I should be locked up for my own safety

Like why am I in, why am I out
why am I here, why am I there
why am I yes, why am I no
all these things I am and want to know

Why do I war what for
why do I pretend to be something im not
like why am I cold, why am I hot

Why am I warrior, why am I soldier
why am I winner, why am I looser
why am I solitary, why am I lonely
why do I only prefer my company

Im fighting a war and I want to know why
I march and fall to a beat but I do try
I see dark, I see light which one am I
perhaps the better one, perhaps, oh my.


Mythical_Poet
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Money comes and goes

Im depressed, dont know
why I kept this poem anyway
what can I say, but
Let us pray

Money comes and goes
money comes and goes
God knows,
money comes and goes

You have to spend it
to get it, pocket closed
because it comes and goes
dont hold on to it.  I mean

save it, but spend it
keep it - you loose it
use it but dont abuse it
money comes and goes.

Just got a cheque today
it said fifty thousand cents
Like the wind, whu, whu, it blew away
far away, where did it go?-No tears

Hats off to anybody
who has to feed a  family,
seriously,oh like my Daddy
money comes and goes, where is he?

Im not a reckless dude, but still
now I have to go to confession
for my poor decisions of the past
money comes and goes- it dont last.

Now I NO!!!.

Mythical_Poet

Choice

Choice is that voice
in your soul calling you to chart
roads untold-he's waiting.

Those who take him up never
come back, they may be alone
at times but they never lack

For we cannot see beyond
the choices we make, no
so we just have to make them, go

Once you move in this direction
you may reverse, but consequences 
 will trap like a curse

Many who start on life's road
get lost and turn toads
but those who make choices- reap loads

So take a risk and dont look back
choose wisely today and cut the slack
thats the difference-choice

Mythical_Poet
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A Cold Wind

Its as cold as a cold wind blows
bodies here, bodies there,
bodies dropping everywhere,
no jobs, no love, people stay in focus,
earthquakes--the earth shakes,
what the hell does it take,
open up your eyes slow...
count the stakes from zero---
ini mini myni mo,how does the story go
Revelation, Armageddon,
time to think make a decision,
situation aggravated,
tribalism escalated,
For these are the last days!
thats what the Book says.

Mythical_Poet
copyright 3-22-12

Soon

Dont trust too soon
must think soon, soon
or give up too soon.

Soon.
Plan for your retirement, soon.
Soon is always arriving.

Soon I will graduate
soon wait
soon I will marry before late.

Will soon be available
as soon as possible
I moved too soon.

The pain will go away
soon, Jesus is coming soon,
soon the storm will be over.

The food is soon ready,
soon and very soon, im hungry
Invest soon your money.

We'll fix the roads soon
create jobs soon, soon will be
one happy family.

Cause I'll be a millionaire
a million here, a million there
and you'll soon be where I am.


Will soon start to work
Oh, I spoke too soon
not soon enough but soon.

I dont know where Im headed
but I'll reach soon, soon time
I'll soon retire, soon finish.

Cause I'll change my life soon
soon I will start living but
soon life will be over.

Mythical_Poet

Poetry

Poetry, what does it mean to me

my pain, my story, my legacy

written in the form of poetry

Poetry is a drug I take when

I am sick, to heal my broken

heart, release my inner wit

Poetry is a gift, I receive

from someone near, to cherish

and love so dear, year after year.

Poetry is food, food for my soul

food I eat when hungry to nourish

and make me whole

Poetry is life, life I cant deny

Life I dont deserve

to sooth and calm my eye

Poetry is my gun, I use for self

defense, I pull my trigger finger

with words clever and immense

Poetry is my voice, a soft

silent confrontation, a psalm

of literary quality of verbal meditation

Poetry is my work, I work

day after day, I work a nine

to five just to get some pay

Poetry is my wife she cooks and

cleans for me, she does what I want

I love her with honesty

For what would I be without poetry

what would I say, where would I go

poetry is my gospel, so now you know.

Mythical_Poet

Copyright

Eyes Dont Lie

The eyes tell it all
ironically, like the story of the fall
eyes dont lie, thats all.

You want to know the truth whatsoever
then look into the eyes of a Brother
dont be fooled, dont ever
and the truth will show itself-forever.

Though the eye it can fool, ask Eve
used well it can a tool- believe, so
go to school and knowledge receive.
and whatever you think you'll conceive

Because the eyes are windows
to the soul, keep watch or you lose
eyes dont lie- so use.

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Shine

My light must shine
my light must shine
before 'D--evil' puts it out
My light is mine
to shine

Its not hard to shine light
but be seen and heard at night
dont let the cold wind of life
huff and puff and turn off your light
its your right-shine

You must do whatever it takes
for your light to shine bright
poetry-my light I shine at night
that is how I live and let my light
shine, my light is mine.

Mythical_Poet

The Suns Day

Which day is the suns day
is it Monday or Tuesday
which day is the suns day
is it today or perhaps everyday
does the sun say, today I stay
and tomorrow I go away; do you know?
Is the suns day Sunday?
or maybe Saturday
now everybody has a day
what about the suns day!
Does the sun pray
what does the sun do on its day
does it share, is the sun always fair
does it shout, I am wrong and you
are right, does the sun fight
what does the sun do at night.
I wonder,
What if the sun would strike
for doing a job that nobody like
he gets weary of minimum wage
of people ripping him of like a page.
What if he took off from the scene
bursting forth like a lion raw and mean
what if the sun died
would you rejoice or would you hide.
Think about it, the day of the sun
what a terrible day it would be
a day of pain and everlasting misery
for without the sun where would we be
but a planet desolate, broken and lonely


Imagine
I look to the sky above
from whence cometh my help
that shines brightly to warm me
in cold nights and stormy days
a gift of nature worthy of eternal praise.
Like the wind, his evidence
all around, a life giver
dancing through my skin
with great  energy to bring
A sweet day for picnic in fall-sing sing.
He never fails, he never fails yet
is taken for granted pierced with nails
always on time but a little late, for
before you ask he opens the gate.
Like food you crave to satisfy a greed
he does not judge he does not need
It does not grudge it does not condemn
all it demands you use the time it
gives wisely, before it must go away
to share its gift and prepare for another day
far away on distant shores.
He's always there, he never fails
through countless ages he still prevails
in all points-we must agree
when it comes to the sun there is unity


Mythical_Poet
dft1

Still

Still,
Im still here
im still doing it
thought I would quit
but I still have it.

Still am blessed,
its been years 
but am still sitting this test---chairs.
Still riding the ups and downs
still swimming through the smiles and frowns
still I didnt know my own strength.

Still reading the good Book, but look
still I get high... when I verse like David
my truest hook.
Still am meditating
still waiting
still am searching
still communicating
im still.

Still I will be still
doing my thing
im still me
still a baby
Im still growing, still not knowing
still getting wiser, I think its showing.

Still am quiet with loud thoughts
am still not known ---truth hurts
am still a mystery believe me
like 66 famous authors of history--solve me
still nobody, reads me, funny
am still not taken seriously
im still collecting dust like a shelf
im still a ghost like a serial---Laden
am still mythical
Still trying to be prolifical

Still writing my life---recording
am still marching---composing
still doing the school thing
still working, still teaching
my poetry is musical --- its reaching.
Im young but im not wasting,
still am strong or would never last this long
still got love in my heart as  from the start
Still not playing

Still wont learn, still lucky
still a good boy with occasional bad weather
still I will never stop fighting, ever,
still single, still.
still Martin, still poetic
still a daydreamer, still not on earth
still artistic even after years of sleeping,
my talents, no more a weakling

Still peculiar, still clever
Still lazy--- Peter Parker
still solo, still a wanderer
still one in a million.
Still not rat racing, still relaxing
still not wanting  fame, still healing
still not chasing a billion---pounds
Yet am still capitalizing like Nouns
still got to stay alive

Its clear i'll never upgrade
am still the same lemon 
with a twist of aid
am still a mist
still too deep for myself.
Still learning, still surviving
Am still. Am still not finished.

Still cant hide from the Potter
cause im still a pot
am still a puppet, who gets pulled alot
still cant complain, still not ready yet
still unique, still relevant, get set
cause im still here, still natural!
Still in this poem I speak, ---methodical
still working on this one, still hope you like
Still I take that back, lol, still dont care anymore
Still life is  seriously humorous for sure
Still is. Are you still?


Mythical_Poet- 18-03-12
Copyright (working progress.)

Nature Poem

Nature is forever like time,eventually
 I will leave the milk of her breast for eternity
to rest on her lowly bed that she spreads on me
over from where I came, red dirty.
I stop and stare such a natural mystic
blowing through the air- Bob Marley

Solitude is bliss
I went away for some time to find myself
cause nature is like a medicine of wealth.
Trying to figure it out but its beyond me
the truth is stuck deep inside like a thorn
I struggle with thoughts, reasoning things out
little by little, little by little I still dont get it-
is something wrong with me?

I love the outdoors but im stuck inside a trap
that was created for my brain- im going insane.
cause its all in my mind, how I interpret the world
Im getting older now staring through this mirror
 changing long past puberty,
a victim of my past, in nature I last!
For nature has the key to all of life mysteries
the truth is there for all with eyes to see.

Mythical_Poet
dft1 (need lots of work, very sick)

Eyes Wide Open

In the land of a thousand unknown mysteries
where you can be anything you wish to be,
be careful in these streets or you'll be history.
I opened my eyes wide open, to see the truth
for lies they try to hide from me inevitably
so I ask my mind to be my guide on the road to reality

In the land where anything goes
you gotta be strong to stay on your toes,
to be all the best you can be, and lord knows.
In the land where self inflicted fantasies can be
your greatest comfort yet the  biggest setbacks
 lies distract those weighed and found wanting.

I cant believe my eyes this wonderland
Ive come to see, this tragedy
of good intentions, this blessed calamity
unsolved like a crime scene of immense global propensity
open your eyes wide open and see if you dont believe me

In this universal catastrophe
everybody's singing the same sad song as if
programmed like a robotic gong
play the game, play the game, the world dark
like a thriller amusement park
and thats just the beginning like the alphabet
the script reads on your mark get set...

Listen up carefully and keenly

sinister schemes make for sinister dreams
blasting the airwaves like minister teams,
watch the ministers fold, for the minister knows
 so the minister goes to
craftfully steal your minister soul,
they are minister cold
 that is their minister goal.

The evil that men do
But the truth you dare not reveal, intend to
or they'll send you away while everyone
prays for you, a victim of the system, the irony of ironies
signed and sealed, mental madness the diagnosis

you can run but you cant hide, talking to yourself
you're all alone, nobody hears you scream
they will use the people against you, but
all you need is a friend to shake and wake you from
this terrible nightmare you fear,

hear me o hear me
There is a very thin line between
sanity and insanity, remember its been years
since my tears have dried, since
the day I found out Ive been cheated and lied.
"I didnt get alot in class but I know we
dont come in a shot-glass"-Amy Winehouse
Dont sleep,dont sleep  eyes wide open
and your soul you'll keep
the truth will set you free
eventually

Mythical_Poet
Draft 1

The Paper

The paper, when did it begin?

Before printing Machines,

before laser beams, was ancient Rome.

Ancient Rome, yes, Ancient Rome

was the home of the written news.

 But how was news written

 before printing machines

before laser beams? 

1450 saw the printing press,

1450 and Venice Italy 16^th century. 

Like wild fire it spread to the

rest of Europe and the west.

 To replace the oral tradition of teaching

and preaching,

now record keeping,

the awesome “power of the written word”

was heard.

Mythical_Poet

Mass Communication, Spring 2009

Nobody will know my name

I must write my account but nobody will know my name,
no, it's sad I dont chase fortune or fame.
Yes, nobody will comment I say
until my time on earth is spent away
For whats the point

Your nobody till somebody kills you
Just ask Jesus, but I dont want to die, yet
still my work after im gone shall live on; was
born to write, this is the life Ive chose not,
but up to the task I rose

Who knows my life better than me
who is able to see what I see
who will spell my name for me, I own it
the good news according to Mutabazi.
We only experience but once, sow

Then in countless ages to come
when time repeats itself, some lost scrolls
my poems a body of wealth of highest discourse
to some lucky soul, my legacy, a 'my story'
author unknown.

Mythical_Poet
dft1 (working progress)

The Gift and the Curse

My gift was like a curse
I refused to see, to keep
its all in my left hand
it’s true, it’s true.
What am I to do?

They don’t get it
they won't see
the awesome talent you've put in me
I didn’t want this
I didn’t ask
Still I rise to the task

For so long I’ve hid it from you
now I got to stand and be true
What was I suppose to do?
the curse is me and the gift is you
The gift and the curse


Mythical_Poet

Life

Life is there for you to do what you want to do, go where you want to go, see what you want to see and be who you want to be, just don’t break Gods law and remember to help somebody along the way. Nobody is stopping you. Nobody will show you. What are you waiting for?

Mythical_Poet

Dear God

Dear God,
I asked you not to make me rich so I may never forget you- just give me what I need everyday and some to spear along the way and I'll be okay. Give me wisdom instead so I can laugh at life and a bellyful so I may sleep at night. Give me these and I dont care how long I live-

lend me your mind!
Amen.

Mythical_Poet

2+6 Letters of the 'Alphabet'

Lets play a little game
repeat after me,
1  2  3
A B C D  E  F G

H  I  J  K L M N

O P Q R  S  T U

V W X Y Z

now I 'know' my ABC
wont you take a look and 'see'

Mythical_Poet

Why I hate Goodbyes

I wont even lie
at times I hate to say goodbye
here's why

because it feel so sad
and maybe, maybe im not use to being glad
Saying goodbye makes me mad

because it makes me want to cry
a silent thought in mind to sigh
trying to hold emotions in, I really try

because nothing lasts forever
it hurts, but in time we must sever
lets be honest things change like winter

Because we're the same I feel your pain
the truth is you want me to remain
dont be dishonest I know it sounds insane

Because you dont want to be a burden
Even a preacher knows when to end a sermon
you say amen when its time to say goodbye, goodbye.

Oh why I hate goodbyes
is it because im afraid to be rude
or being polite is good like food

Is it because im well mannered
respectful and helpful to my neighbor
even when their presence is a blister

Or is it because im afraid to let
them get too close
to see the skeletons in my minds closet
like a ghost.
Oh, Why am I afraid to say goodbye?

Is it because I've not seen you in a long time
and your aura warms me like the sunshine
Is it because I need a friend at lunch time

Is it because im afraid of you
a visitor in my own house
learning something new like two
people from different crews

Is it because I am me
and 'you-nique' are you
do you hate saying goodbye too?
Dont lie, no, you have to try
the truth is covered with suit and tie
Is it because I wont enjoy the moment
Is it because im afraid to fly
like a plane, though I look through the window
watching time pass by
why goodbye? Whats so 'good' about bye!

listen, is it because im trying
to tell you a secret, to relate
so sensitive like a glass plate

Maybe we're divided and not united
Maybe we're misguided, and not decided
Maybe we were one long before you left here
Maybe we fear, to let another get near

Dont get it twisted-im not insecure
for this disease I feel there is no cure
we all hate to say goodbye- im sure

we're only human
but I couldn't care less

Goodbye


Mythical_Poet
(working progress)

God of Seven (spiritual)

Lord of hosts, lord of seven

daily I need you, bread of heaven

you who are honest, kind and true.

what do you wish for me to do

My living bodyguard, my invisible armor

for preserving my life I give you favor

My nightlong pains, my spiritual chains

you severed from me, eternal gains

Lord of hosts, Eagle of heaven

Perfect me soon

like your number seven.

So bless me today, whatever you do

you who are honest, kind and true

cause when I was  close o close to defeat

you swooped me up, I rose to my feet.

Mythical_Poet

A 2007 experience written in 2012

Fall (A teachas word for kids)

Today is a very busy day
it might rain along the way
at school trying to teach a class
hoping they all want to pass

Later on I might go away
far far away away
Away to home where I stay
Away from school where im free

But until the time I go away
I give thanks to fall for this day
cause when I come come out to play
is when I come out to pray

And now to fall, to fall I say
again thank you for another day
I sing, I dance, I shout and pray
to teach a class the correct way.

Spring is but a long gone memoray!


Mythical_Poet
2011

End of the Road?

Honestly speaking, it’s the ending of one road for me
and the beginning of a new track whatever it may be.
I’ve been patiently waiting so long to finish school
and finally, finally I’m almost there!
Then why do I stop and stare feeling so sad
as if life’s journey has come to an end?
So what’s next is always on my mind,
 the worth of all my work lingers like the wind all the time.
I should feel happy, my hard work has paid-off,
or maybe I didn’t work hard enough so- im laid off!

No, no, no, no, no, yes, im almost at the finish line
Still I need the strength to go the last mile,
or worse the rest of the journey after I did my best.
I’ve learned allot but still feel like I haven’t learned a thing,
I’m so inexperienced it’s almost like a sin.
But I keep the hope that my life will turn for the best,
 to manage my time well seems to be the test
I stop fooling myself for I cannot rest even though I’ve come so far,
The end of the road may yet be very distant like a star.

Mythical_Poet
Spring 2011

Naked Preachers

Naked Preachers paid in full
they rule a school of infant fools
Look, they're not wearing anything
for as they think, they do
like Wolfs in sheep clothing
blinded by passions and tastes
yet their subjects must obey
or say their prayers goodbye

They lie! For
Look at what they buy
the most costly of costly
materials to hide their shame
to blame and dictate, spitting
ignoledge for gain
naked preachers
they play a dangerous game

The crowds look but dont see
dare not say a word for
lest they become 'naked' too
for the light will find you out
its true, they do what they
have to do for respect
covered to the neck with
the garments of ignorance, oh my

Listen to them bark, like
wild dogs gone mad, its sad
noisy silence fills the room, not a
word said except amen and hallelujah
no one will stand save a child
restless for food he's rude,
he doesnt care, he says, "the preacher
is naked-nothings there"! He's sincere.

Mythical_Poet

Peace of Mind

If Jesus give you peace of mind- dont let anyone take it away! That's what salvation is- piece of mind, Gods mind, lol.  Gods mind is a peace of mind that 'passeth all understanding', literally (Philippians 4:7). Whether you worship Sunday or Saturday, whether you're christian or catholic dont let anybody take your peace of mind away (John 3:16). Thats right, I said it, cause it dont matter to God (Galatians 3:28, John 10:27).

Remember,they (the evil people) can kill the body by force but only you can give away your peace of mind which is Gods piece of mind (Matthew 10:28). That simply means-YOU and only YOU have control over what you think and do and choices. You must believe God and let him reveal to you his 'secrets'- he wants to. He wants to set you free, believe it or not he cant do it without your help- you have the key (Genesis 15:6, Luke 4:18).

In this world of many paths and directions to turn, this is what we need most of all to learn- firmness of mind, built on a solid foundation (John 8:32). Not everyone has this peace of mind simply because not everyone knows God through experience. If you listen to the preacher alone, you wont have peace of mind, if you dont question your faith, your very existence, you wont have peace of mind, you wont have peace of mind if you dont search...

Cause if you dont search, you wont find (Matthew 7:28). Peace.

Mythical_Poet

We will make it (believe)

No matter what happens or what a gwaan
no matter how hard things get, still
I will make it- bet its not over yet

Times are getting hard I agree
there's pressure all around the town- reality
yet I will make it- never say never, you'll see!

I will not crumble, I will not fall
in the streets its getting hot
but I will make it-standing tall

Cause im not afraid of whats ahead
I believe in the one who's not as dead
so I will make it- its not too late

They say only the strong will continue
 so gotta keep marching on the road
im on a mission its not too late

You can make it too if you choose to
"Clean and pure meditation without a doubt"-
Damian Marley,

We will make it inevitably
cause, life is alive,
 its not over till the fat lady sings


Mythical_Poet-2012

The Truth (will set u free)

When you had it
up to your neck
and you're sinking below
the deck, believe me
friend, like THREE
only the truth will
set you free.

Theres an intruder
whos gonna hear you shout
staring through the
mirror, hes coming
nearer to you.
only the truth will
set you free

When nothing else
doesn't work and you
have nowhere else to
run- its you,
look at me
only the truth will
set you free

For in the mirror
I only see ONE there
in time it will get clear
do you hear, no fears,
give up, seriously
only the truth will
set you free.

Mythical_Poet
written in 5 min

ABC Planet

 Its ironic isn't it, an ABC planet

the 'ca', 'na' and 'ya' of the alphabet.

Took at trip from America,

Landed in Botswana

 Never been to China

Rather  Australia.

Egypt is hot,

 but not cool as Florida,

 Ever Hungaria

was there in the area.

Mi rate  India, a dat mi prefa

 Bread and jamming in Jamaica, 

is much betta

There’s a Kentucky in Kenya!

sorry about Libya,

Mad dreams of Madagascar

Dont cry  Argentina

That was me in Namibia

Wont tarry in Ontario.

For winter it’s Puerto Rico

Arabia should visit Somalia!

In Zimbabwe I see Mugabe.

What more can we say

Our planet rhymes this way

 the mystery of life everyday.

An ABC Planet

 

Mythical_Poet

Draft 1

A Poet

He was a Poet and
he didnt even know it
treasures of gold buried
deep within this thing
walking around on shoulders
weighed down with pain
heavy like boulders.

He was a Poet and
he didnt even know it
never chose it,it chose him but
took him years before could show it
either he kept it,blow it, or invest it, he
wasted it all just to save himself
A hidden talent of wealth

He was a Poet and
he didnt even know it
not his fault, until
the minute he saw it
felt it, a strong urge, to spend it
express it, no more pain- he said it!
A poet and he didnt even know it.

Mythical_Poet
2 March 2012