I hope my word speaks to you as true as you do life.
I hope they take you through the reaping racks of raw pain and strife.
I hope my thoughts travel in tingles down your spine that let loose the knives on your back.
I hope when you’re under ground zero my meaning pulls you up with your heart intact in pulse track.
I hope your heart is speaking secrets to inspiration when you read my art.
I hope you open my words and read my heart.
I hope tears run down your heart and you hear whispering sweat voices of purity.
I hope I inspire your biggest and brightest choices for unity.
I hope I bring back your deep seeded need to love for the love of loving.
I hope my sleepless nights righting what use to be realistic nightmares and fantasies aren’t for nothing.
I hope my gravitation lefts you higher than levitation like flyers in dreams.
I hope when you close your eyes to my truth you see sparking ideas riding from Mars on light beams.
I hope their horses and chariots ride smooth covered in nothing but hope.
I hope when you land from my floating path of word wizardry you can still see the life scope.
I hope one poem touches home more than twice one day when you’re read my book.
I hope when my name catches your eye my poems scream read me after just one look
I hope mili-seconds after you read one line your brain gets the munchies.
I hope my words take you higher than seed incepted dreams of purple haze bunnies.
I hope my words glow when you feel you’re left in the dark.
I hope when cupids’ evil twin sends his gifts my verbs pull you out of pitch black imitations of a spark.
I hope the depth of my meanings deeds dig deep down your souls’ ocean of still waters and find you.
I hope when your heart is broken into crashed shards of pain my words scoop you up and bind you.
I hope my word instills a pure seed in your spirits grounded soil, spreads water blessings and grows you.
I hope…
I hope my poetry knows you.