Not a random poet

It´s not a random poet that can impress you
One that recites lines he wrote that seem to see through
As if he caught a piece of you literarily on the spiritual lamina
As if his pen was an abstruse camera

Whom would that be?
a person capable of such a way to see
To turn his words into the way
your thoughts form feeling

Not a random poet, not an easy quack or a common oink
But one that was chosen by the phrases he coined
No not by fingers pointing
Or radio announcements ads for ointment

Not on t.v or in the paper either
or by some secret society chamber lever
No I was chosen by none of that
No "life isn´t fair" republican
nor "everyone should care" democrat

You´d send a wave of labels that´d wash over me
a Thousand you could stick to my words
but not one that holds truthfully

Not a random poet you can
sum up in a stanza

Loving words
 invert the adverse,
 success is my fan
For I cook delicious verse on the page
 like it was a pan