The Mind of a Poet -or- Neo-Poetic

I offer you
Neo-poetic phrases
To redefine yourself
Around and through
I offer you prose
And free form stanzas
To salt and pepper
Your reality
I offer you metaphors
And similes of substance
To butter your daily bread
I have not wine nor cheese
I often have not even rhyme
But what I have
I offer for your consideration
As the doorway to this
Neo-poetic world
That I dwell within
And grow fat on
Milk and honey lyrics
This place of chocolate butterflies
And honeysuckle rain drops
Cotton candy clouds
And peppermint grass
This place of incense
And colored lights
Rainbows and love songs
Diamonds and gold mines
Maybe one day
You can join me here
Lace your tongue with
The cold fires of Hell
And spit flaming
Sentences at unsuspecting
Naysayers and
Naive neo-souls
Who can’t understand
That it don’t have to
Rhyme to be poetry
And just cause it does
Don’t mean it is
And I ain’t got time
To write the way
You think is authentic
Cause if you was really
A poet you would
Know that poetry
Can’t be defined
That’s why they call it
Poetry
Call me a neo-poet
If you can’t bring yourself
To call me a genius
Open your mind and
Expand your thoughts
Beyond the confines of your
Physicality and so called facts
So that you can
See the universe
And maybe then you can
Understand
The mind
Of a poet

By Empress Nzingha

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