The power within...
Mentally was granted
by him... That power
you humans witness
through the strengths
of a pen
A man made object
created so our bright
isn't dimmed.. how would
the beauty of a rose stand
tall if it was lacking its stim
I am able to convince
you I live a life absent
sin... Or inject your losing
spirit with the joy of a win
small alters set in
place by he who
made men... If you
rewind the steps return
the ink to that pen, return
the thoughts to the hero
who held them within,
acknowledge that gift
was given to us by the
one who made men, then
Your understanding of us
writers and our power
may bend
Capable of prepping
her fluids for release
encouraged by her
desire to read...erotic
scriptures with potential
to mentally satisfy a
physical greed
Able to free those
who seem trapped
in places they rather
not be... Mentally chained
for years sentenced with
no date of release but
embraced my inspiration
and suddenly developed
that key
You see... What we
deploy the average
eye cannot see...
invisible help... We're
Summoned when one
relates to something
they read
I don't and will
never grow offended
by one who doesn't
believe because it's a
clear indication they
ears lack their ability
to see
Or
Their eyes refuse
to listen to the message
unseen
don't allow the
similarities in the
way that we breathe
to influence thoughts
of positioning us in
equivalent leagues
I am a writer...
and yes red remains
the color I bleed but
we're not built the same
my foundation is different
from you human beings
We may be superheroes
(c) 2012 viewtifulink
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