The Writer, poetry written by Luiz Syphre at
Caravaggio (Saint Jerome Writing)

The Writer

The Writer

written by: Luiz Syphre



I swing with my mind
but not with a blade
for it’s death close behind
if I swing and evade

I swing with my brain
to refrain from the pain
left in domain
from striking a slain

I punch with a thought
conclude what I’ve fought
swing without wits
and my head splits

I punch as I think
fast as eyes blink
hit with my fist
I bow to resist

I aim with my pen
to fight and defend
as I cannot offend
to cock the gun’s end

what I murder and birth
is in the pages I pen
to heal the burns
and bear what mends

if I need more
then bury me, friends!

for what I’ve penned
is about my blissful ascend
and murderous descend

all I will ever need
until the light and I blend

Luiz Syphre

Luiz Syphre

I immigrated to the states from Mexico at age 12 and I quickly fell in love with poetry after my grandfather read some of his poems to me. However, at 18, I had a young family and that left very little time for this endevour as I started working to support us. I returned to adult school to finish my diploma. At that time I developed a severe depression that I still struggle with to this day, but I found it to be a great source of inspiration as well. Today I live in Los Angeles and I'm divorced. I have two children I see whenever possible and two adult kids. Both my Grandfather and his brother are award winning poets and journalists, with one, (Bartolome Delgado DeLeon) having a street, library and a prestigious national poet award in his honor.

Most of my pieces come from personal experience and true to me. Sometimes my material is raw, other times murdeous, and yet other times romantic, but always me, 100% authentic guaranteed.
Luiz Syphre

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