Iam What Iam Poem by Michael Walkerjohn

IAM
what
ever it
is IAM!
Once more
waiting for an
existence, my spirit
genuinely wants that
which IAM at this very
moment genuinely
wanting for my last
spirit, an existence
waiting for that once
in awe, of each lifeline
whatever it is IAM… IAM
wherever in time, and time
in this instance is not really as
relevant for my heart has grown
my mind was; where I realized
inside the one happy existence
which one may ever experience
whatever! At this moment there
are no feelings… feelings that quite
possibly, would relieve my soul from
these feelings IAM feeling; even though
in these ends of daze and end of time IAM
feeling less, and less that any of you insipidly
stupid humans, are feeling any, of these feelings
that IAM having; towards you! However, and even
though IAM having these feelings, there is one place
I know where every being wants for this land, this
earth to be left alone sans, all of humanity. All
of these beings want for this earth; this land
and water, and air, to be returned; to the
wild of its original creation… sans all of
humankind! Could any of you blame
all of the other beings in this universe
for wanting this for the earth and being
so adamant, about ending the existence
of humankind; wiping the memory, of the
entire human existence and experience from
all of the history of the universe? And this is
‘keeping it real' folks… this ‘ain't no joke'!
Forget, whoever it is I may be! Your one
problem that is an impossibility is to get
rid of me… Not this time people… you had
your last chance, the last time I passed by
this way; and this time it is entirely personal.
I, much more want to be what IAM supposed
to be… Ya'll better read me? IAM What IAM