Musings Of A Confused Poet Poem by Wensislaus Mbirimi

I am writing when I should be thinking
Thinking of what my pen should put to paper
Multitudes of thoughts in my head swirling
Like a span of oxen thoughts put to work on paper

Wonder what is harder or easier
Controlling the seemingly ever scribbling pen
Or thoughts from mine brick shaped head wanting to break freer
Never like Mandela craving life in a jail pen

I hate labels and I aint gonna label the feeling
That courses through my veins when I write
That euphoric and orgasmic feeling
I know iron Mike felt the same after a fight

I like it when poets twist phrases and words for a rhyme in a line
Still I enjoy it more when it stays complex yet simple
Like a plain country girl with no sense of time
But has every guy die for that smile and dimple

I write for myself to see how far the words will take me
Words in phrases forming the language so my thoughts are known
Breaking the barriers and veils so for all words take form and be
Hope for all though love for words and style is sown

Self esteem is the steam to mine self appreciation
Poetry is the tonic driving me to my crazy state
Like circumcision into manhood poetry is my literary initiation
I'm loving the love inspired by the love surrounding this state