I Am Poetry! ! ! Poem by Rowdy Solomon

My mind is an incubator. It hatches embroys divinely planted into it over a period of time. These embryos are ideas, topics, and experiences that were fed, nurtured and given life through my thoughts. These thoughts become words, carefully constructed and crafted with each syllable having a heartbeat of its own. I speak these words, and they grow arms and legs to position themselves in a precise formation on the piece of paper I stare at with each breath I take forming a new word... forming a new life... a new beginning.... My eyes project these words across horizons too far for the 'human eye' to take notice of. Genres and styles flow through my veins and filter through my heart for approval and editing. For these reasons I have to keep an open mind... an open heart.... Moods for these compositions are set and can be changed instantly by a simple word or phrase,. so I must watch what I think, say, and write. These words lives could be someone's death if I use them the wrong way. This gift... this power.... is not one taken lightly. It must be mastered and remastered with every 'new beginning'...

I's' are dotted with my saliva. 't's' are cross my heart and I hope to die with a sense of perfection in mind being perfectly imperfect. With each step I take, as my foot hits the ground on an evening stroll, it syncs with the exhale of my breath for the forming of a new word or phrase. My organs are a factory containing conveyer belts where countless messages are formed. I ingest these messages through my nostrils, eyes, and ears. They are moved through my digestive tract and are regurgitated onto a page and then later ingested by someone else through their eyes or ears. I must be careful to watch my intake, for I need to be healthy and a living example for those around me. I walk around and people look at me and my contents They look at me and take me out of context. They often read me with the adverse perception for what I really am intended to show. However, there are a few with the same like spirit who actually can read between my lines that life has given me and see me for who I really am. However, my goal and my true purpose is to give you something to think about... Since I am full, I cannot leave others hungry...

Every texture my hand touch becomes an easel on which words are pasted, painting a picture of a poem I perceive. I have diction at my fingertips, and style on my side. It is as if I am King Midas. The only difference is everything I touch turns to poetry. Furthermore, I have not just touched things physically. I touch lives. I touch spirits. I touch situations. Ways out have been given my hand, endowed with the divine power from above. I am a vessel and my hands are the release valve from the mere stroke of my pen. I can grab hold of anything and open it wide and write what is inside. My hands are analytical; to my eyes there is never a surprise. My insides are where ideas are supplied and my mind are where they reside. My feet are my vehicle for my eyes and ears to look and see around. My God is the one who created me to make this crooked mind of mine divine. I am what I write. I write what I am. I live it daily and sleep on it nightly. This is my life, which is why I can bring life to it. I can even revive other dead ones when I see them laying on their sides motionless and hopeless. I simply am the pen I stroke. I am the words I say. I am the periods I put at the end of a line... and until the end of my line and even after... I will always say. I AM POETRY! ! !