To be Prolific
Is my ultimate cause
That the words in which I write
Will make others take pause
And be self-evident of a sensation
That only a rare poetry can awake
Like the master of macabre
Or a bit of William Blake
The infinite depth of a Shakespearian sonnet!
All the passion of Langston Hughes!
In death be proud with Donne
And while in spirit combine their views
Many in this world have forgotten
My generation seemingly has rot
Though as I guide you through this passage
It must be assumed that I have not
For inscribed within my tales
Effortlessly I carry that of more
As I chant my will of passion
All the ghosts of theirs implores!
The power of such legend is infinite!
With each line I shall strive to make
My very own name amongst theirs!
An epic to compound upon fate!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem