Words are spells,
Who finally prevails?
Listening to Wu-Tang,
Edgy like Stephen Lang.
I don't portray a character,
I'm my own manager.
Playing with various letters,
Friendly competition in poetry,
No real competitors.
Sequential and spiritual,
Science can't explain a miracle.
Every line is English alchemy,
But keep the black magic away from me.
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Author:
Shaunmatthewcpoetry (
Offline) - Published: September 8th, 2024 02:25
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Comments2
Oohh, do you know that guy in the pic?! heehee
Lo Pan lol.
You're too fun with THIS! Hahaha! Exactly! Keep your voodoo away from me! I'm just having my fun playing for keepsies with words and rhymes and rhythm. Let me alone!
Thank you (:
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