The essence of my soul travels many constellations Seeking many destinations Traveling eternally on planes my brain cannot comprehend Seen worlds in which my eyes will never visualize Experienced life in ways my brain has no hope of recollecting The essence of my soul has spoken the languages That my tongue could not even whisper From voices my ears cannot pick up In dialects my mind couldn't begin to translate Yet my soul always understood The essence of my soul is a greater being than my physical self A warrior whose strength cannot be measured in the physical sense A sage whose wisdom transcends eternity An angel whose light blinds the eye A demon residing in the darkest crevices of the heart The essence of my soul Travels outside of time as I travel within it in perfect unison And millennium after I'm reclaimed by this earth The essence of my soul remains the traveling man Coasting the universe
Kishion Matthew
Bio Poem
I am from steak marinated for days tender and juicy grilled through all the way. I am from war where family crests were worn and a great Scottish general who lives no more. I am from snow and wind shields with ice 3 inches thick and 30 below nights. I am from silent and peaceful days playing though summer till fall comes my way.