Power To The Pen

He doesn't exist in this world

And so he twists and he twirls

Into his own personal dimension

Not interested in this existence

He listens to his heart so that

He may expel the light to his lyrical art

in a world that stays hidden in the dark

with every stroke of the pen

He gathers a sense of inspiration

As he delves deeper into his own imagination 

The world looks at him as if he’s crazy

But they don’t understand that his mind                                      

Is not of this land with pen in hand

He sets ablaze the page using his pen

to create a color pallet never to be believe

lyrically His pen is mightier than any weapon

More closer to a nuclear explosion

His lyrical dosage leaves you spell bound

Like a blood hound searching the ground

for the one that tries to flee into the night

he stays out of sight gathering the mysteries to life

 some might Call him Sherlock Holmes

Continually searching for the unknown

He simply calls himself blue’s clues

Understanding the unseen world hidden from you

He strikes like a thief in the night

the only difference is that

He sparks the light every time he writes

Never taking a thing because he

possess more than what could be expected

leaving the world to second guess

the madness that is his method

never did he have a real place to call home

so he continually creates one from the top of his dome

until it is time to return to his own dimension 

you can expect him to use his instrument

to lyrically give you a preview

of the divinity from within

Power To The Pen!!

George "Nick" Ade' Poet © 2011