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Who am I
<p>You must have wondered,</p><p>What is he doing in science?</p><p>A lost pen in a sense of art, </p><p>the one who calm a raging </p><p>pulse with a drop of ink.</p><p>The voice which spit words that holds </p><p>water underneath.</p><p>Where the tasty go and sniff a lasting breath.</p><p><br></p><p>Let me tell you, I'm a work of art, </p><p>A storyteller who wonders in its own tales.</p><p>The one who sit between the plot, </p><p>coming from both ends I remain the twist.</p><p>I carry words unknown, archaic, </p><p>traditional, modern you can name.</p><p>I do not speak to heart like minds,</p><p>I sit and dine with the gods </p><p>who tell their story to lifeless being.</p><p><br></p><p>Ask aphrodite.</p><p>I can write fight or fight rite, blast the mic, </p><p>and my words seat right.</p><p>I'm a clay in a potter's hands,</p><p>I do not conform to water pressure, </p><p>but the echos of broken treasure.</p><p>I'm a scientist, words and numbers combine, </p><p>a mysterious equation, </p><p>oh I call it scientific evolution.</p><p><br></p><p>I'm a prose, the words which never</p><p>fills the hollows of a broken tuff.</p><p>I'm poetry, the vacuum </p><p>where man and nature meet,</p><p>The beautiful lines behind the cherry blossom </p><p>Like romantic roses, I lingers blending</p><p>Poetic rhymes and musical lyrics</p><p>I'm emotional, I'm human, most handsome</p><p>Of all men</p><p>I'm everything you never imagine.</p><p>I'm kingx, I'm a scientist, I'm a lover, I'm a poet.</p>
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