BAPTIZED
Baptized Day CXCII Day CXCIII of CCCLXVI I was once a saint with words Fighting the good cause With my ink Placing demons of words in everlasting curse I was once an apostle Preaching the gospel of poetry I feed on metaphor For the jungle of assonance got the best of me But overtime I started personal fornication Leaving personification to be killed beautifully By those who made oxymoron a moron I neglected syndoche Barring it to be sync as a cache in my world of art Making euphony a felony to me How ironic? For without hyperbole I could call myself the best For with alliteration I win war warmly with words willingly as a warrior of words But, suddenly I was out of the box The box of art And I was lost in blank darkness Now, sitting to reminiscence On my success and failure I realized, I need to be reborn To be baptized once again Not by blood or water Neither by a ghost or genies Not by demons but a spirit so holy I went back to my source My source Still there so beautiful And pure l...