Poem about me, take it or leave it.

Brad Green, go fuck yourself with a rotohammer

Personally, I like poems that have rhythm and meter--like songs without the melody.

Slapping rhymes on the end of each line is no substitute for rhythm and meter.

If you can't chant it, if it doesn't have cadence, it's not a real poem.

Are you John the Baptist?

Thanks, typically I write about relationships and my love for significant others. They flow more naturally.

I literally started a new thread and just typed out the first things that came to mind rather than orchestrating it line for line.

Give me a second, I'll post one of my deeper ones. Its not really chant like but I enjoy its meaning.

Immeasurable innocence is perplexing to the fool's mind.
The contemplation of satisfactory performance in a charade that proves itself all too worthy.
Yet, in the stillness of a delicate winter night,
I subject myself to an otherwise misfortune...
The wisdom of an obsolete mind.
When the fantasies of a crazed mind blend in symphonic harmony of absolute perfection,
There shall misfortune have its day with providence.
My woes, my distractions.
Though seemingly inescapable,
Are nothing to the truth that resides.
Some day,
Beauty.
Majesty.
Contemplation will have run its course and precedent will have its day.
Knowledge shall fade.
Wisdom shall reign.
I shall humbly bow before the ineffable throne of mercy.
In my attempts,
In my prevails,
What matters most shall come to pass.
The passing of time is an illusion to the mind trapped within it.

No. My identity is irrelevant in the context that my beliefs are so radical, none would believe me.

I dont do miracles or wonders, but I have the eyes of the LORD which give me visions every few months. These eyes that I see circle around me, the planet, the universe, etc. They are dazzling white flashes that look like lightning. Had them my whole life.

I have had people call me by an old name, mentioned a few times in the Bible. Ive even had a neighbor say she was going to worship me, even though she was a devout Christian. I never asked her about it, because I felt it was the Spirit of Truth speaking through her.


Anyways, it doesn't matter. Things will unfold as they should and I need to be where I'm supposed to be spiritually, equipped for every time, place, and purpose.