I inhale concepts, thoughts & world views, then begin to exhale Haikus.
My long hair keeps growing, just like a never-ending line from a rhyme.
I hydrate my body with emotionally infused water, then sweat sonnets.
The ink from the pen flows through me instead of blood all of the time.
Everything about me is poetic; from the tips of my toes, to the base of my neck.
I constantly ingest tragedy; but, then I always manage to regurgitate joy.
My body is a literary masterpiece, literary prowess is all that I yield.
As I salivate integrity & confidence, I always spit truth & swagger.
My weapons in life are my pen & paper, they’re my sword & shield.
Everything about me is poetic; from the tips of my toes, to the base of my neck.
And, everything about me is poetic, for all people to enjoy, reflect upon, read and see.
So, whenever I look in the mirror, I see the awesome me: my awesome poetic anatomy.
Gareth Bryant/2011
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