Poetry Man

I'm not child-8 (minsetwai)
"Poetry Man"

Come and dig my heart
There are past of me
There are feeling of me
There are sacrifice too
I throught that and I was born with poems.

My brain and My blood
There are the places,
where sex is a source of poetry.
My life and My hands
There are the places,
where meditate is a source of poetry.
My eyes , My ears and My nose
There are the places,
where soft mattress is source of poetry.
My soul and My body
There are the places,
where quieted recline is source of poetry.

I slept with poetry
I brave with poetry
I fought with poetry
I failed with poetry
I sacrificed with poetry
I with poetry
I with poetry
For the whole my life.

If i die,
Can my poems die?
my poems are not to die for
Can i live forever?
Not sure what.

One thing is for sure at me
What I'm hungry is poetry
The only thing i workship is poetry.

Poetry is the eternal for me
poetry activates me
poetry gives me power
poetry brought me close
poetry ……… me
poetry ……… me
poetry ……… me.

I'm in the between poems
When they give me a beautiful burial
This is a how come out
It will be poetry.

6:28AM
JAN4.2020
Minsetwai