In my possession a vital piece

That would eventually put many at ease

It’s weighing on me more then regret

I’ve covered my knees with dirt

my body is crawling and itching with words

therefore I am scratching this earth

my wrongs lead me to my worth

writing and rewriting some meaning to this world



I’m covered with words

my protections against

evil lurking and hurting this world

metaphorically it’s my armour

a blanket shielding me from bad karma

I share a link that is mystical

attached to verses that connects

souls vivid in the next line

valid then the first

that I have collected



In my possession is air

a nothing becoming something

delivering as long as there’s air

in his lungs he coughs up poetry

because it’s in the very air that I breathe

Consuming metaphorical particles

bonding with his original molecules

what comes natural to him

I present it as exceptional to you



Yes I am guardian of this craft

through every emotion or mood

a gift that shares moments

and salvation that moves

even through moments where I feel crippled

or showered with burdens



I am sticking to poetry like it was glued