Spoken Feelings Of A Poet Poem by Alex Perez

My verbal demonstrations could develop an unusual sensation, your expectation of me could leave you with a nose bleed; as I proceed to plant my seed of thought when I leave your brain to rot, the devil bought my soul for a price; the talent to amuse and confuse should suffice, my device is technical a spectacle is shown an played to the right tone which puts me in zone; right to the bone which cracks the surface it’s the purpose of my affliction; just like an addiction it’s my description of pain; crossed over lanes that left me insane; the bullet had it’s aim for my head but instead I was hit in the heart, now driven to art but none like the ones that are painted like tainted love I fit this glove that has it’s grip wrapped around poetry cause you know it’s me when I distribute and contribute to the life of a poet; now I owe it to God and not to sound odd but he’s the reason why my words sound pleasing to the ear so if I appear to strike you as breath taking I’d be faking if I said that my life was appealing now staring at the ceiling I come to know that these are just spoken feelings. A concept of the wrong step I would even bet that I’d forget the years growing up with my peers with tears in my eyes it’d be lies to say that I would slip, but I’m hip to the game now I must maintain because if I don’t life just wont be the same.