What do you know about poetry? ...All I know is
that the masses send me letters to travel to their dimensions. They want a
show... I bring it to them.
POWERFUL poetry. Power in poetry.
Paragraphs
packed with atomic passion.
Detonate
the point. Tongues… they drip chemical warfare.
A
Revolution
sits uneasy, in the mouth of poets.
Pencils
flicker. Pens spark flames. Penmanship.
If
poetry weren’t revolutionary, Jesus would still be pondering passive prose.
Yet
our pens poke holes, in the canvases of impatient spirits.
Poets
pour soul into the pores of hypnotized dreamers.
Poets
provoke hope, with sizzling stanzas… finger fucking fiction.
Poets
align constellations by building planetary systems inside the solar plexus of the
human page.
Poetic
Rage.
Poetically
Engaged.
Every
Revolution began with tongues that were metaphorically UNTAMED.
Powerful
poetry. Power in poetry.
Literal
artillery. Ever want to start a war? pick a poet.
We
are the most powerful type of weaponry.
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