Soul Of Ink Poem by Samantha Campbell

My heart is heavy laden
a wide array of vernacular wordplay
has a choke hold on me

My words are universal
I use them in every way

United together as minds combine
grasping the folds of focus
not cut down by color lines or barriers
silencing through the centers of my brain

The sensors of love reign
seated upon pain's throne

My ink flows
across the pages
of time and space
Sparks flew
in the airwaves
of emptiness

Spilling myself inside
inkwell of my heart
acrobatic alphabet

This spectacular vernacular
is a vendetta from the poets before me
a drunken and slurred broken spoken
word poured out from the mouth
of Edgar Allen Poe himself

Half man half amazing
that's a literature half breed hybrid

Removing the invisible mask
so the world can see my face

Wearing my heart on my sleeve
so the world will know my place

Loose leaf language
left for the legends to translate

Oh pains my weakness
But pains my strength

That's why I write
To release
To express
To ventilate
the words
that penetrate

Many have told me
That God molded me
To be Great

A soul of ink
to unfold in sync
with the process of thought
readers are meant to devour me
in tandem deep in slumber
with my summer silhouette

The heart of me
how can this be
God Injected
abstracts into me

A passion that wont confine
to the limits of paper

A heart connected
to the injection of verse

Listen to the beat
play a melody
listen to my heart
Sing a song sing a melody

By Samantha Campbell