I am an Artist

I am an artist of linguistic facilitation
My words come from the subtle alteration
Of lexiconic permutations
Rhymes and rhthmations
Of spoken contemplations
Brought to you by these
Two lips
Coming
To grips
With the
Trips,
Seen through these doe eyes

I am an artist
I express
I express myself
I express my mind
I express my soul
And I
Am here
Expressing
Facing my fear
Trying not to be the
Yong deer
So afraid of hunters
That she will not venture to bow her head
And taste the blades of life beneath her.

I am and artist
I make music with my
Enunciation
I sing with my
Repeating
Depleting
Heart beating syllables
I paint my blank canvas with
Type faces
New faces
And defacing sculptures of words
Etched into you mind by my skill
I make shapes
Move and leap with
A thought
And a stroke of
Graphite
In my mind
Pictures in motion
Animations of these
Damnable spoken contemplations
That keep me wake at night

I am an artist
And with my words,
I become more than just a creature of
Moving beat
And fictive image
I became a creature of all forms and disciplines
And I allow all
Forms and disciplines
To become a part of
Me