Get to know me…
Beyond the exterior of ink stained pages that I model for the average eye to see.
Look beneath the many hardened layers of broken promises and long lost dreams that have become me…
Read between the margins of my eyes and find the blank untainted pages of my soul,
That idly wait to be splashed with the occasional “fuck you” or typical love poem…
I am more than the poet that has become me.
Slowly caress my words with your delicate diction, and speak my lifes story
Because it might sound better being fondled by the likes of you.
Trace my ballpoint pen with your finger tips and let your hands walk a mile in my calligraphy.
Tracing back each horrid nightmare that couldn’t be suppressed…
Grip the pen tightly and brace yourself, for the momentum within a single pen that has scribed the traumatic times of this life line is earth shattering…
And when the heart racing screams of the past become too much for you to endure
...cap the pen…
But get to know me
Before you judge me..
Take note of the novels I have published in the tragic tears I’ve cried, on many stressful nights
As unfinished chapters soil my pillow to be filed in the jumbled archives of my scared mind…
Kiss the worn spots of my book of rhyme, because those are the wounds that I scribe to heal…
while I decorate torn pages with hues of blacks and blues to embrace the bruises that reside upon my soul
As my pen bleeds for the chance to be known
My only request is that you learn who I am beyond this pen pen before you come to a conclusion…
Because these words I’ve learned to manipulate to create a divine illusion.
Trace my words as brail
Hear the words I scribe
Speak the words I feel
See the word as I
…Get to know me…