By MR.J | Janrey | 1 Sep 2020


I am not Kris

Who talks to live

I am not Jesus

Who speaks to preach


To write a poem

Is not my craft

For me to inscribe is a Prozac

I am neither a jack-of-all-trades

Nor the lord of words

I don't master the world

For I cannot, for I am not

I am human

In reason and in emotion

I think I feel, I write

Endlessly refined

By power of time

Blinded by the false truths

An inspired lunatic

That explores the spectrum of the universe

My thoughts are no crystal clear

The words in every line

Murmur my adverse mind

The lines in every poem

Whisper my poignant heart


Savage thinking defies form

Uttered in a cannibal tongue

Unadulterated by standards

Unmindful of Wizards

You cannot peek into the nest

Or be near at all

Unless you can see

The star in the clouded sky


Pardon me Kris

For this is not a poem

Forgive me Jesus

For I am not a poet.

How do you rate this article?




I was a former journalist


I was a former journalist in our school and I love writing

Send a $0.01 microtip in crypto to the author, and earn yourself as you read!

20% to author / 80% to me.
We pay the tips from our rewards pool.