With many years invested in the craft of writing, this poem paints a picture of the my dedication to the craft, as well as the specifics of the life I have lived as a poet and as a performer.

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Has picked up pencils, pens

to no end. Continues to blend

thoughts, ideas, visions. 

Envisions walking on stages, 

flipping pages, getting to gates 

at airports  to transport poems

across borders. Places poems in

a particular order. Ordering

coffees, teas, meals at

restaurants. It is he who

poetry, rhythms, rhymes

haunt, follow, remind, makes

him make time for writing,

reciting, designing. 

It is his inventions with intention

for ascension word after

word, stanza after stanza

standing in front of cameras

because he creates, he is 

crafty, he is exactly what 

the crowd anticipates. 

Since 1985 it has been this

way. A way with words. Superb.

Studying the science of placing 

nouns, adjectives, verbs in the

most magical styles. A scientist.

A painter using vocabulary

to devise messages. The nine

year old who began to reason

is now a man seasoned. For

reasons he can and cannot 

explain, but lives to tame 

diction. 

It is focus. Practice. Continuous.

Meditation. Mental elevation. 

Dedication.

By Christopher Sims

From: United States

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