Poet On The Edge

I build my spiritual armor scale by scale.
I forge my own coffin smoking nail after nail,
I live my life like my music, rough and loud.
Holding my middle finger aloft so proud.
The dragon, the demon filled through with rage;
As he assassinates his victims with ink to page
Smiling like a madman at this life's abuse;
Thinking to himself what is the use.
They really need silver bullets or wooden stake;
My spirit will be wounded but it will not break.
Behind the manic grin and the mahogany glare;
Is a freak yelling Whooooo Like the great one Ric Flair

Like me or hate me; I provoke some emotion.

Buy this poet some coffee if you have the notion.

From here to the ends of everlasting eternity,

There really is no understanding me.

Try and take me down and this I will pledge

There is no besting this poet on the edge.

 

10/14/2017

Reviews

[VALORMORE DE PLUME]

Spoken like a true nonconformist. Perseverance wins out in the face of opposition. You have resilience and heroic lend your voice to the timid, lifting the world of poetry above the din, Bravo, my friend.