Who Am I

Holey Ghost

Am I a parasite
I need passion
I need inspiration
I need something
Anything
To push my desire
To light my poetic fire
To stir my poetic juices

Do I feed on others
Who cum along for the ride
Is it poster suicide to wave my tide
Do I suck the passion out of them
Or do I bring out their own passion
Their own sensual side
And ask them to share it with the world

Maybe I’m just an exhibitionist
Maybe a cunning linguist
Or a verbal contortionist
Maybe I’m all of this

I’m not totally sure what I am in this regard
All I know is that while I write
Is truly hard
Yet easy, and don’t consider it sleazy
Just sensually and imagery pleasing

If a picture is worth a thousand words
What then of a few words
And how many inages
That can be dreamed up
Out of thin air and dreams than come to mind
To please one body, mind and soul
And who knows, maybe one’s heart
To kindle of few sparks of their own

To answer the question, "who am I"
I am still discovering from the depths of my soul
What and whom I am, and why I'm here
why I thrive in this atmosphere
all of this what I seek to know
the only thing I know right now
is that I am, a sensual soul