I've seen the allegories of poesia, if you ask me

how, let me take you in a ride of book

where I can smell the different stages of synthetic

blending together so well, I might've forgotten

it's the words resonating or some-thing worth ruling

literacies.

*

words are powerful, they say take a constraint

transition, maybe you can see how it's depicting

the same as life, you're bound to follow up

yet with zero clue, each day with a learning curve

it takes a beautiful execution or just a free styling

getting free mint with the inks.

*

rhythm makes the most sense, you can give

a twisted tongue, sometimes with scheme of scam

or just a slammed clops, verticality of painted

images together dance so well.

sometimes it's hard knocking of choking you,

with laughter or grief, or something you just appreciate

in the late night, absorbing the neat details

of a skilled pen.

*

astounding dictation forms an awe-striking terms,

i don't know how's mine, neither I plan to see

anymore, when I know the dictation of words are

getting blurred now, poets/writers only have

words, I know they're begging to be heard

i've vowed with my accents, making them heard

from an inept grafting.

— 12/12/22