Wordsmith

I am the wordsmith, the artificer of phonetic construction
My forge of my art is my mind Roget’s and Webster, my working tools
My motto “By the strength of words, shall this house be establish”
I play with antonyms, synonyms, and homonyms on a whim
I shaped them, mold them, and bend them to my will
Nouns that name, verb verbose, active adjective and adverbs
Conjunctions connecting, preparing prepositions while I INTERJECT
Some color in this house
I take them into my forge, hammer with pen, pad, my anvil
And I create monuments that pay tribute to thoughts and ideas
My working tools at my side, craft and guile, my gift
For I am the wordsmith

EYES

They are the windows to our feelings

They are the narrators of our hearts

They frighten, they confound

From hypnotizing hazel to sensual brown

Mesmerizing green to ocean blue

They arose, They entice, they allure you

Deep witching lie secrets they can not hide

Into them you stare, you can’t deny

Worshipped and adored, they are of every hue

I look into them lovingly, lost in them, in love with you

Mathematics

Mathematics is the axis we turn on a dime
Primed to the composite of the world which
Believed in addition by subtraction
Multiplication despite family division
Insisted that the Alpha and Omega,would be the Sigma
That is the Delta of the times when
Perpetual Arithmetic, Omnipotent Algebra, variable unknown to the known to create for to see DIVINE GEOMETRY

Damascus Road

There's a point in your life where you must go down Damascus Road
The years of excuses for failure,self-afflicted
The pain in the eyes of loved ones who feels your addiction
The vices destructive to the fortress of your spirit
When it gets too hard to bear you need a hand to hold
Take a trip down Damascus Road

Locked seeing no end to the dark hallways
Malicious acts leading to limited days
The actions that penalize the transgression
when hope is lost and her presence you want to behold
Take a trip down Damascus Road

Walls closing in with mounting debts unpaid
Trying to provide for family wit no aid
The tears of heartache,trying , crying
When ever you feel that you lost your way, a friend will say
You're not far from home ,so let the truth be told
You live right on the corner of Damascus Road

Art Of The Bard

A word twister a narrator Griot, raconteur, author, poet

Paints a picture with phonetic aesthetic

A way with prose that pleases, sooths, eases

Moves one to tears of pain and pleasure

Each word, a memory A line, an eternity

Spoke as broad and fine stokes on a blank canvas

In creating a masterpiece that’s a marvel

For his words are life itself A moment stolen in time to express a beautiful reality sublime

A bard’s speech, a herald of the divine

WHO AM I?

WHO AM I?
I'm the reflection of old lessons and new innovations
I'm Ptolemy,Socartes,Pythagoras
I'm Volitare,Decartes,Locke.
The Paine of Common Sense governs my actions
Thru Sun-Tzu I take the whole mind
Thinker sublime in my mind, powered by the divine
I'm Paul Lazarus, that’s who I be.

WHO I AM?
A Modern day warrior like Tom Sawyer
Strength physical Colossus intellectual
Ever Changing, ever changing,
perpetually maintaining My cool thru the fire and pain that this world can bring
I'm Paul Lazarus, that’s who I be.

WHO AM I?
A man reborn after death
A man who took life for granted, a live life lived arrogant
It took me looking at the sky on 85
To take life in the moment and embrace it
So I close this prose of pad and pen
About the reincarnation and renaissance of a man
Looking at the world thru new eyes, embracing old times
While resurrecting and awaking minds
I'm Paul Lazarus...That's who I be.