My Key

My new poetry

Is the key

to my destiny
wrapped up
tied up
blended with
combined with
attached to
comes from
due to

where I am headed
. . . . . . . on my spiritual path

Even the morning air smells

of whispered spells

spoken as poetry

but the universe knows its me

who's seeking

soft shadows that resolve the mystery

of my life.

The words I speak

have the power of death

or life

can bring peace

or strife

and has power

to move

those who know how to use

the expressions

proclaimations

the incantations

i choose

My poetry

has protected me

from exposure

I wonder who else knows

that my lyrics flow

to create reality

from the spoken word spells

that swell

and spew from me

I not knowing

the key to my destiny

Had already come to me.