I’m the King pin of my ink pen I make orders for my words to deliver Messages secretly hidden in poems so my empire of thoughts won’t fall From those who wanna solve the mystery of my poetry How it’s just like drinking water As pour words into glass ears To give you only a sip of what flows through my mind Just so everyone hears enough to cleanse their pallets, With my refreshing poetry See I dip my pen into puddles of ideas Letting the ink draw images that can’t be shown through pictures Showing my poetry as art not restricted by frames That spreads out beyond all walls Can’t be labeled with names Making most gaze at my poetry Then, breathe in the sweet rhythm of my voice As I conduct this symphony of words Leaving the aroma of thoughts lingering in the air Letting them mix with your feelings So that you can feel my poetry 'cause Deep in the headquarter of my mind I’m the kingpin of my ink pen. edited: October 28, 2007 | 
