I Don'T Want To Rhyme Anymore
First, I tried to rhyme
with your spirits...
For I really thought I saw in it
our own beginning, without end
and my heart accented to love
I gave my very best
and you surely know that
‘twas 100% rhyme
Yet after years of enjoying my soul
marinated in your wants and wishes
I noticed your words, drifting like heavy rain
that my big palms barely hold them
Have you ever considered my being?
That this morning, after a shower
rinsed the great pain I kept
in my breath, I opted to walk the sun-lit
corridor of free verse, where I can be me
just as what I always wanted to be...
Without engaging my dignity
in too much psychedelic wars
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