iVerse

I Verse, therefore I am...

Words flow, epiphanies blow
Outward from my mental universe...

A cataclysm of ideas
Shining
Like a supernova
Each sentence a lyrical dance
To entrance the listener
Or reader
As things stand..

My mind glowing like the light at the end of the tunnel
One made up of spinning pictures
Disguised as words,
Like birds twirling in a sunlit sky.

I rise
To lift my face to the sun,
The warmth of inspiration caressing my spoken face
A wealth of desired wanting
Of meaning
To be infused in my words,
Refuse to accept anything less
Than a perfect thought,
A literary photo
Captured
And spit upon the page or the audience to fend for itself...

Will it succeed in its
mission to cast its letters upon the fertile mind...
Or will they fall like pearls before swine,
To line the page like dust mites...
Eating away at the fiber of the mind,
No,
The soul,
Being an infiltrating force within the cerebral eye...

Will my verses carry weight or float away like chaff in the wind?
The sin would be not to give the wind it's chance at all,
That wind..
That wind is every mind, every heart, every soul,
Just ripe for the plumbing by verbal sabotage.

So I verse...
And I am.