Poetic Purpose

Poetic Purpose <–Want to Hear it?

Ok, now I’m cleared to create
From years of debate
Why wait when fate
Seems to follow my state of mind.
If I’m progressive: impressive.
If depressive: digressive.
I find that I climb with blind ambition.
My mission is to get you to listen
Beyond what I’m saying
The cadence is swaying.
The mantra is moving the masses
Displaying that the voice that is speaking
Is leaking from souls pulled together
By creative endeavors
Forever clever, never apologizing
For words the we spew
We wish that you knew
Do you do what we do?
Do you piece together clues?
To use on this journey
Turning the key, we move through the doors
Explore the next plain
Explain why we came
Our names do not matter
You’ll know by our chatter
When we stand up on stage
Pages placed on a platter.
Poets with purpose heads held high
I will try til I die or my dreaming runs dry.

Had to cut it short…

Thanks,

Rich Por