Poetry Is In My Flesh And Blood Poem by Edward Kofi Louis

The experiences of your life!
To write a book about them;
All together with the works of your mind.
Life!
Poetry is in my flesh and blood;
The yoke!
it is right for aperson to bear the yoke of his or her youth;
So, do not easily give up on your dreams.
Very, every, recovery! !
To work towards your dreams and to fulfil them for a great futre;
But, poetry is in my flesh and blood.

The experiences of my life!
To write a book about them;
All together with the peace of my mind,
And, to teach others along the line.
Love!
Leading me on to write out my mind to the world;
Peace!
Come along and read along with the peace of your mind;
Meat, eat!
Come along and know my ways;
And, with the experiences of the struggle of life.

Poetry, pottery! !
Of my struggles;
Living and learning along the line to make a liviing,
Through the very ups and downs of life.
Edison, Epson!
Poetry is in my flesh and blood;
All-in-one!
Deep in the red valley.
Small-in-one!
One hand washes the other;
Accelaration and deceleration!
Deep in the red valley;
With, tears in my eyes.

Expressions!
Exceed your vision;
With the muse of your love.
Disclosed, claiming, briefing!
But, i have to let it go at times;
All in the name of love and peace.
Noting, promulgation, surveyed!
With the muse of my love and, with the muse of your love;
But, poetry is in my flesh and blood! !
And, all i have today is my sweet love and my inventions.