Elevation

The methology to my stimulation

Begins with intense concentration

My psyche goes on vacation

In my brain, there’s penetration

Committed contemplation

In depth, coagulation

Of conflagration

Fiery Inspiration

Causing activation

Sparked by mental aggravation

Sometimes observation

Or some physical altercation

So I execute capitalization

To solve an equation

Resulting in a separation

A supernatural circumcision

Producing an abundance of words of wisdom

Still there are accusations

That my words may cause abrasion

But once you experience deviation

From your optical aberration

You’re bound to encounter elation

The outcome is idyllic liberation

See, this is my aspiration

So I apply strong dedication

And toil at my choice vocation

To make it my obligation

To perfect my occupation

This is my motivation

For my thoughts to achieve assimilation

To perform lyrical operation

To share with the congregation

There is an affiliation

Between my words and their situation

If you listen for the association

You will receive spiritual mobilization

To reach your God given destination

Things that result in personal Elevation

This is why none can touch my classification

I hunger to bring people clarification

The name I call myself is Poetic Persuasion

If you have never heard me perform this outloud, you just might not understand the power behind this ;)

Raped Her Soul (Part I)

So I shed tears for the girl I use to be

Enslaved, captive of her hearts misery

What he said was love, wasn’t love at all

In fact, he’d just break her down so she couldn’t stand tall

Forget her self-worth, for that didn’t exist at all

‘Cause her he’d have convinced this is the end all of all

Her soul beaten, trodden down, he raped her

Until her sweet little spirit had escaped her

First her body cause she was never in the mood

So he’d beg until she said ok, fine

Else she knew he’d have a wicked attitude

One day he’d attempt to make her feel like a queen

The next, reality reminded her like waking up from a dream

When re-surfaced his repulsive bi-polar tendencies

As he made her feel worthless, not deserving of anything

He had her persuaded, and her clear vision was now badly tainted

Her self-respect was stolen by this bandit

So self-love non-existent as every moral fiber in her helpless body was jaded

His words, they’d pierce her soul

Derogatory, offensive expression

On her, he’d take out all of his aggression

Until her heart was no longer whole

But spirit trampled until removed was all of her essence

Her character defeated, ‘til she had nothing left in

Accept for the bruising she had acquired from him grabbing

And scratching her face, then roughing her around a bit

Nothing left, not even a cry for help

Cause as he choked her, he impeded her vocal reverberation

Then she took her last breathe…

This is part of my story. At first I was embarrassed, but now I aspire to Inspire and maybe someone will be encouraged by me sharing through my words. I could go on and on but I will share more in upcoming poetry and blog posts.

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Way with words...

A pen to a pad or my fingers stroking the keys

On this board that happens to be connected to a pc

I delve into my thoughts, mind's eye without boundary

Tapping into my essence minus periphery

These syllables you hear stream from my cerebral

At times get so intense I can’t even grasp where they stem from

Oh and please don’t confuse my phonetic rhythm with simplicity

Words never feeble, strength without the timing or pronunciation similarity

Thoughts will always meet logic no matter what template is followed

It’s just merely based on the fact if you can understand my math

Yes, I am completely aware I said my math

For my psyche is complexly a bunch of mathematical equations

For my thoughts come out hard just like trigonometry plus calculus

Arithmetic. Difficult to comprehend at first, but with much practice

At some point, it starts to make sense; you will begin to grasp it.

Hence keep listening, it’s intense, make sure you keep up

Powerful word spit, like its word vomit so I think I’ll just call it

Word sick ………Yes pun intended

Lyrically potent, “they say the nation needs me

Cause my words are heavily effective and extremely impacting “

I’m flattered, yet humbly I will embrace my calling

Wondering how I handle poetic flow so intoxicating?

Why the hell you think they call me Poetic Persuasion