Life is filled with mysteries that confound the human mind;
Souls search for progress in the streets of destiny;
Intensely as I may wish upon this star of me, this star of you
Together we can shine bright in the night sky, rising above, high and free
Intense? Yes that is me.
I worry not about the ifs, whats or ands but instead concentrate on the clay I am able to mold
The clay of me
I sit and stare at blank walls, pages and canvases seeing art that awaits my creative happenstance
It matters not if the world spins in chaos; if strippers and shades of gray make women pray to beastly gods of the mind's eye; for I am one with them lost in fiery fiction.
In my world, the world only I see, it is painted full of shades of jewels and not melancholy.
Intensely, I stare at the screen, watching my heroes come to life, while others die and suffer. I place the human experience, compressed like lemon peels on hot summer days, doused in sugar and water. Drinkable.
Intensely waiting, writing, pondering on what shall come forth.
The intensive I, the intensive me pressing upon my chest; it's ready to explode; to bring new bells with shells wearing pink veils while walking upon the trail of life ...
The preponderance of truth lies within, I breathe and relax and then start the circle of creating again.
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A Writer's Poetry
PoetryPoetry is used to help me jump over my shadow, and locate what is blocking me from being able to get words on the page. Herein, I attempt to reveal my inner demons, secrets and have my words serve as my therapy. It's more than poetry...it's an aut...
