I am the dead rose, I am your grief
I am the ravaged garden, I am your belief
I am the pangs of the jealous, your cruel chain
I am the pain of the sick; I am both cloud and rain.
I am the wind that conveys, your fortress frontier
I am the fingers that grip, your sour fear
I am the glow of the ashes, your broken crown
I am the dark mansion; I am the drag down.
I am the gloomy captive, your condemnation cell
I am the blind romantic, your forsaken spell
I am the dull, the sad, and the unearthly strain
I am the misery, the grief; I am the dungeon of pain.
I am your tarot card, your exile, and your malady apart
I am your ruler, your desire, and your lust undefiled
I am your season of fetters, and your cup of inspiration
I am your ravished mind; I am the mystical meditation.
I am your secret, your dwelling, and your kingdom
I am your hypocrisy, your insolence, and your wisdom
I am slay-fade- perish-diminish-break and fall
I am your dark truth; I am the fire temple that burns all.
I am your pale earthly pictures, your path, and your divine impotence
I am your proper verbal noun, your logic, and your free-will ignorance
I am your movement, your midnight moan, and your darkness
I am your opposition, your sad music; I am the madness.
I am your color, your captive, and your fresh meat
I am your courage, your image, and your heartbeat
I am your true measure, your key, and your history
I am your genetic code, your shackles; I am the victory.
I am your scars, your battles, and your mediocrity
I am your trophy, your triumph, and your authority
I am your warrior, and your constitution
I am your armor; I am the revolution.
I am your earthquake, and your nervous break down
I am your tremors, and your mighty shakedown
I am your hero, your ridicule, and your bad luck
I am your flame, your veil; I am the WOW fuck.
I am your sweet harm, the delicious privilege, and your fury
I am your sea crest, the feathers of your nest, and your glory
I am your master plan, and your civilization
I am your only pleasure; I am the elation.
I am Genghis khan in your garden of Zen
I am before, after, now and then
I am the lone man in your beast’s den
I am the wild beast among all men.
I am the pharaoh of dictionary
I am the emperor of rhymes, and the commander-in-speech,
I am the king of poetry
I am the sultan of words, and the monarch of lexis you can never impeach.
“We are never so defenseless against suffering as when we love.”
This poem was born in the deep silence of my long-suffering heart; not amid joy. Suffering! I owe to it all that is good in me, all that gives value to my life; I owe to it pity, I owe to it courage, I owe to it all the virtues, and I owe to it this poem.
My writing is nothing, my thinking is everything. I am a thinker with writing problems..!!!