I am not here for gaining points. I am here for making some. Did you know that words annoints? And most people speak in crumbs! I cannot reclimb the levels Surpaassed so long ago, When I found poetries pebles On another plateau. I am not raised on social currency, Where I blindly follow one's Impose patterns Not knowing their destiney. What "I" prevail matters! All my life I was the rarest bum. I wrote from joints and from love. I wrote to make a point To all the shadow thungs. I know my words annoint! So I must write for cause, Not to gain a point from a system flawed. My word will not be crumb; But point you to the truth As you become...

What does Poetry mean to you?

Semen dripping everywhere “No, not the precious life!” 😭 Always heard the voices They told me They'd end my life Always felt so worthless And I'm always under stress Said my sins to beat them dead All wrongs will be confessed Live like Friedrick Nietzsche Embrace the torture Let me burn Desperate for anything of worth The hardest things I learned I hated it when they didn’t see And told me happy illusions They didn't accept the horrible truth Small minds avoid disillusion I'll struggle on until the dawn Put sexting in the trash And I will think that way again A phoenix born in ash

Is anybody seeing this?

Write something! Some Thing How did I do yawl? Did I pass? What is the next test? Something grand Something great Word to invest Early or late Something of fear Or maybe fate Write something earnest That will never go away. https://www.amazon.com/Over-Stone-Waters-Jimmy-Lowe/dp/1965075797 (Copyright. This Poem Write Something Is not to be reprinted copied in any form of digital, papers nor analog. without writen approval of/from the Author JImmy Lowe 03/12/2026)