Mine

It existed before my time

Like the sun, I came to meet it.                                             

I admired it, loved it

And adored it in every sense of the word!

I decided to bask in its aura

Like a dove, I weaved its radiance into my nest.

I took it, reconstructed it

And owned it in every sense of the word!

It’s my treasure box into which I freely empty my cognition

Like an ultimate gift, for which I need not pay a dime.

I do not imitate anyone with it

No.

And nobody has to instruct me on its use

Now, I realize every person needs one of those:

Like an asylum where they can completely feel sane again

I do not know about you and yours

No;

And that’s exactly how I know it’s uniquely mine.

Each moment I carve a brand new sculpture,

Tell me how I do it with lyrics?

Oh! This psychedelic art is truly mine!

Term it an addition, a subtraction or a multiplication;

It’s still the newest invention in town!

Each moment I pour out words from my heart flow,

Tell me how I do it so deeply?

Oh! There is no other way,

To better, truly say,

These words are my very own!

~Poem by Trudy-Elsie

05-14-11

10:43pm