I posted this in the poetry forum but it gets crazy slept on so thought I'd throw it over here aswell for the Open Mic heads to get a geeze at my words. This is for a Universtiry Competition where the topic was, "Feeding Hungry Minds." So this is what I came up with, please do enjoy & I promise to try to get back at all of those who reply.
Welcome to my mind...
Since my Genesis, I’ve held a love for sentences,
A thirst for knowledge & the heavenly messages,
The things you’d find in my brain, it was evident,
A wealth of words and music on the premises,
I’d searched the words from here to the horizon
Placed the worlds theories at my back of my eyelids,
What you’d find wasn’t short of spectacular,
There’s more beauty than the shores of Ballina,
Fiction or not, I housed the talented characters
That roamed my minds jungle, as if they were animals,
My religion was language, I praised the words
Walked around with pen stains all over my shirts,
I wrote all night long, to rise the words from stone
That ancient authors laid to hand a world of growth.
I indulged in many men such as Plato and Plutarch,
Finding that the mind was the best tool to use art,
I read the histories, from Sparta to America,
Learnt that true men aren’t grown with any chemicals,
It’s critical, every thought that I expel to you
I aimed to teach and I hope you are compelled to use
Every view I delivered from my mind
The lord was my architect and brought a nice design
He told me, feed your brain and truth you’ll find
Comes in many shapes and sizes, mine was rhyme,
Praised my lords as Brother Ali and Atmosphere,
Every word that I’d written, I’d been practicing,
To hope that one day, I could be like them
And feed hungry minds, with the wisdom that rhyme sent.
My bible consisted of all potent music,
With notes full of love, like it was composed by Cupid.
All beliefs were carved onto cerebral sectors,
Made sure that intellect would always win my election
Yet, as with any nation, comes its problems,
My thought was strayed down to, dark ignoble objects,
I’ve lost my mind; can you help me find it?
I need to regain those times of holy dialect
Went off my diet, for just a split second,
And fed my brain the most evil of lessons,
Please forgive me, literature and music,
I need your source back for the slightest of movement.
The minds a stomach, it must be fed correctly
As right now, mine doesn’t know it ever met me.
Big cheers to my brothers & sisters.
