Zeniths the name, and raping's not my game.
But I though, hey? Why not try anyway?
I can write an haiku or even a poem,
like Edgar, (ya'll should know him).
Hes been an inspiration, foundation, sensation;
I read his works and my heat beat starts pace'n.
There's others such as Chesterton and Tolkien;
they inspired me to write if ya know what I mean.
As a young boy they were always there for me:
Sam, Frodo, Gandalf, Aragorn, Legeless, Gimli.
With them I grew up; got older.
Got bolder.
I love writing,
I'm always finding.
New things to write about,
Like these simple words that flow forth like a spout.
People have asked me about my inspiration,
Well I'll tell ya now, and put an end to your wait'n.
What inspires me is my life lived;
my friends, family, and crazy sibs.
The air I breath; the light I see.
To the freedom I have -my country tis of thee.
My hurt and pain, tears all for gain;
that's the life I live; whitepaper-plain.
Nothing goes to wast; hit every base.
Go the extra mile; win every place.
Be the burning light; fight the good fight.
If there's a chance to better yourself never think twice.
...I've loved so hard it hurt.
At other times I've throne peoples hearts in the dirt.
I take inspiration from pain,
even more so than from gain,
But I'm no stranger to joy,
to love, happiness, shyness, coy.
I write all the time; every single day;
but my deepest works I tare up and throw away.
For their not meant to be read; their to help me let go.
To escape bitter plain of pain of the valleys low.
What inspires me? What a 2D question.
It lacks all depth of the 3rd dimension.
I could say somthing flat like the birds or the sky.
But to give such a simple answer would be a half lie.
Its the song of the bird, and the way that they fly.
The skies colored beauty when dawn draws nigh.
The white blossom of a Dogwood tree; or a silver moon.
A walk on the beach over sun-kissed sand duns.
The worlds my inspiration; life is the story I tell.
And I hope you think I tell it well.
Enough for you to see the light,
of my joy laughter, pain and fright.
So there's the Answer to the question asked.
Truths been told; all unmasked.
Now I know I can't rap, but I hope this was a indication,
of where I get my In to the S to the P to the iration.
-Peace out
In 2the S 2the P 2the iration
