INTO THE MIST
Who is Kenvil and what has he done
Silly he wrote the poems for me and you
And though he did not claim any merit
Creations trump salvation without limitation
Kenvil Atkins Lewis needs no dictations
Writes with a notion of deliberation visitation
It flows from his pen unconditionally
No duplication only positive vibrations
Rhyme and ridden dances in your mind's eye
Into the mist, he hides his compositions
Who is to say his resolutions are flawed
Only fools who offer criticism dress in plaid
And wannabees who plunge headfirst into lad
Win one for him no domestication or manipulation
But tells of superstitions lies and redemptions
Into The Mist poems
Kenvil Atkins Lewis for Timeless Poetry Series
