The pen that I write with

The pen that I write with is my voice of many inspirations to come, and bless the ink.

For your enthused minds only, I was born to think poetically about our creative format view of the world.

The flow I deliver moves like waves of the sea shore. That I'm sure will bring a piece of mind in

calm atmosphere by my blowing sanity. Sweeps in beautiful clarity barks upon a finished canvas

I call, heavenly world of Eden. How human are we, if we are here to impress our extensive vocabulary? 

We as human beings have to express the quality left within ourselves, for better lyricism. To engage the audience to think with their minds open, and not what's written from an Oxford Dictionary. This doesn't comprehend my thoughts I gather up like static shock, that sparks an idea, when I switch to human qualities surrounding my world of artistic imagination.

The pen that I write with has no limitation to what I posses in my ink cartridge, that allows me to put the ink in translation of organised paragraphs. That sets aside the topics for an artist's point of view, from the fact it's not academic verses for you poetry lovers. On your cheesecake seats, listening to the way of words flatter from my wet lips. So let my ways of the pen levitate your wits to the words I have to share. To show that I care as the next international slam poet, than some politician giving nothing in recreation to his words. To steer the up coming generation in the right direction. It's an instrument I use for wordplay and  concepts to sharpen up my messages to strike a nerve. A purpose for us to take time and patience to observe.

The  pen that I write with is my sword and shepard I go to battle with. Poetry slam is a competitive sport, which means the pen has to be strapped with witty metaphors, in order for judges to score "yes, you were a worthy opponent." Spoken word itself is meant to be heard, as well as written verses being composed of your own dialect perspective. I unfold powerful imaginations by the work of my black and blue bio, in a zone where magical things happen and open up characters existing beyond a stone can reach. Like action speaking louder than words, I am one with the poem.

The pen that I write with has come to an end of its sentence, and yet it's persistant to carry on without my

presence being near. So whenever you feel like borrowing a pen for your own thoughts to consume.

Or lyrically going to war with a cause. Just remember who's voice your representing and why have the courage to be heard.