I can taste the way
The music is,
I can see the words it says.
I can see it coming from and entering
Their heads.
I can read their souls
And find out where they’ve been.
I can speak the words to make
Them feel as though
They went back again.
They can close their eyes
And listen as I speak
Into their hearts and minds and
Souls; their interests I can peak.
And if I chose to make them mine,
Into them I could creep.
I can bring them prosperity,
I can leech from them their joy
I can make them disrobe inhibitions,
Even the most coy.
Yes, they can hardly choose
If they want to be my toy.
See, I can do these things
To humankind
That would leave your jaw agape.
I can show you doorways
So your soul can find escape.
And who’s to say if
I’m evil, or good?
It’s relative, to me.
As long as I
Am understood,
Your priests will disagree.
One of the more selfish poems I have in my collection. I am working on not using terms like “me,” “I,” “myself,” etc…
But I liked this one and would love to hear what you think of it. Please comment any thoughts on the piece!