I heard them say
That cats have nine lives
And no matter what life throws at them
They always land perfectly perfect
On their feet
But as impressive this may sound
I remain unimpressed
Because
Perhaps the same can be said
For Edmund black
Because believe me
When I tell you that truer words
Have never been spoken
No matter if the sky’s fallen
The earth’s crumbling
Or the sun’s risen
I remain standing taller than ever before

“No matter what”


     Still, I rise!

The vision of how a modern day poet is viewed
I can imagine you all bringing your pen out the view.

Don't be discouraged by the content of my messages don't be misinformed
Little bit of expression on my end I already sound like am misinformed.

Don't forget that I gave an interesting poem just now
Never relate with the new information I just acquired just now.

Back on the scribbling brick I really need a new desire
Modern day poet  I won't stop until I miss the desire.

voices in my head
urging me to let go
keep pushing and pulling
to be in control

I switch them off
to remind them who's
in control