"Words by my own hand" original poem

Words By Own Hand

Poet's mind

other worlds and exotic land -

for most it is hard to find -

words buy my own hand.

Poet's blood

flows through vein

free from myre and crud

purified by the rain.

Jack of all

master of few

this world will fall

and I will make it new!

You have no power-

over me.

Deep down in the fire a flower

that protects and frees me dont't you see.

The lies and shit

that comes from your lips

the fire is lit

and i load my clips.

Projectiles

verbal, writen bullet

aimed straight at you

the trigger knows when to pull it.