POETRY: The Poet by Reggie Drake

Sometimes I think,
I was born to write poetry.
Because ever since I could remember these,
Miracle hands could forge the signature of the sun
With startling simplicity
My mouth,
Is a metaphor for beauty personified
Because every time my lips part
The heavens split apart,
And angels sing hymns about my elaborate recitations.
On starry nights I had midnight dreams.
About sharing thoughts with William Yeats or,
Writing haiku's with Soseki,
My name firmly implanted in the pale fire of time that burns brighter
With the mere touch of my, lyrical lighter.
But apparently I'm delusional.
For thinking I can sit atop a pantheon of greatness
That immortalizes illuminaries with such ardor,
Who's to say that these, beautiful thoughts
Cant transcend the universe and speak wisdom to the moon,
The silent melody these, psychedelic rhymes insight in my mind
Continuously weave intricate patterns
i dance with the stars to a stellar choreography.
Why cant my message be just as an important as theirs??
Why cant I be great??
The greatest poets of our generation haven't been born yet,
Because they are still waiting for the past to die,
We cant surpass our predecessors because contemporaries continuously
Place them on pedestals where only 40 inch verticals can reach,
They say, I am a poet.
But my title must be counterfeit
Since its become taboo to compare yourself to legends
But who were the greats before the greats became great?
There was only us,
The lone poets who use this medium as a way to escape,
A way to organize the books of our numberless dreams into an
Encyclopedia set ranging from A-infinity,
We,
As poets,
Are infinitesimal compared to the machinations that gyrate the galaxy and operate the cosmos,
Yet we, cosmetically modify the countenance
Using tactful strokes to alter its makeup
We, change the world with our words
So when did WE
Become Robert Frost.
When did WE,
Become Edgar Allan Poe.
Before Neruda there was
You & Me,
Before Soto
There was Her & He & We
But They,
Undermine, what We do,
But its cool,
Cuz im hip to the game,
Hip to the science of psychology
They utilize to,
Destabilize our frame of mind.
I used to think I wasn't good enough.
I used to think,
I was born to write poetry.
Now i know,
I was born,
To speak to the world without reciting an utterance,
Because these words,
Are enough to paint images so vivid
Da Vinci couldn't picture them any different.
I was born,
To speak wisdom to these non believers until they repent
And be drowned in the blood of Jesus
I was born with the Trinity;
Pen, Pad, and knowledge
Baptized in Creativity
Prayed for Ingenuity
To which God is my supplier there aint nobody higher
Success is not found in the gifts God gives you
It lies in its use and what you choose to do with it,
We are contemporary,
Dont let history make us temporary
I will never die because
My lifespan expands,
Exponentially.
Even if im no longer here physically.
Because my life is in my poetry,
My message is holy treasure
And my soul is a chest,
Unlocked by the key
And the key,
Is understanding.
This gold spreads to the world
My name instilled in the currency
So the same ones that doubted are the same ones that remember me
My poems are like,
Michelangelo painted a portrait of Maya Angelou
And gave it to a sick poet,
For his antidote.
And his disease being eternity
Wheres the fun in forever
If Forever breeds animosity
Goodbye Dead Poets.
We are still stuck behind the silky silhouettes of the past
Let our interstellar sonnets sonic boom to the moon,
Whispering in its ear to shine a light so bright
It will dissipate the shadows,
And pave a way for the future progenitors
We are the new genesis
So poets can your poltergeist please
Exodus (exit us).
Ive had enough.
Because I know,
I was destined for greatness,
I know WE
Are destined for greatness.
So lets start a renaissance,
Last Poets,
The revolution
Has come














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