Wordly Gifted thus Poetically addicted

Seems these days happiness only comes around,
when pen and pad meet they’re presence.
With each letter forms a new word
and those words become a sentence.
As thoughts jumbled, start flowing like a blood stream,
through my veins to the censors of my fingers
a mind masterpiece is released.
Anything from an inspiration,
instrumental, or past memory.
There is not a cure, a class, a therapy session or a patch
that can kick the addiction to poetry.
Thoughts to words
of a twenty six letter alphabet
Consume my mind
which make up the main ingredient.
But to make the main course
you need MORE then one ingredient.
Passion, emotion, struggle,
and life is part of a breed
Of men and woman that were sent to speak through intellect.
A poet in motion
could be described as the chef.
It’s a whole new world
inside the mind of a true poet.
Words of an unfinished work
written on the mind’s wall like a sonnet.
Wordly gifted I call it from God
that shouldn’t , but is still neglected.
For those who know about this gift
and who it comes from I highly respect.
There are many ways and patterns
words can be used.
But that’s up to the pilot
whether they are used for good or for abuse.
You can downgrade your gift to a talent
and sellout to mainstream
See poetry is the door to music
and your only making top dollar if you reach the level of illuminati
And illuminati uses music
to deceive through sublimity.
Id rather keep my pen and pad
And remain a United World or GS poet
Even if I had a chance in this world
there is not a label I would commit
Sometimes raw Sometimes stable only one
Man who deserves the Glory
for in me He has submitted,
“Gifted.”