THE SACRAMENT OF POETRY!

I write, I soar 

Standardizing the erections of my inspirations

Nothing gives me more Joy, than watering the minds of others, 
Simpletons infact; 

With the steady trick of my imaginations.

Like blank canvas, I paint my expressos 

I want to shine today, tomorrow, whenever 

Not in the skies, not the glistening glaze of the sea.

But in the minds of those who 'ould glue to them 

The Epithets of my wordy style, 
like glistening wreaths of diamonds. 

Lock me in a ring of clenched fists, 

And my mind would still give me alphabet wings, 

To fly to sanity 

The stuff geniuses are made of!

POET: Babatunde Modupe

IMAGE CREDIT: Google Images