Words, Thoughts, scenery
nothing but random memory
passion in me
Slippery soliloquy
Sounding possibility,
chance derived, probably
I mind it like I find it
Deriving, aligning, designing…  bit by bit
Thrown together, fantasy is what I take, I make
all the words strung together like so many pearls, I break
all the rules and boundaries
Giving me power, and power frees
the mind, my mind, my body, my soul, decrees
That I do what I please,
with ease...
I tease... the words, the form and find the heart
just one part,
the start
of the whole, the body, the soul
of sound, its bound
within me I struggle to make it resound
and this is what I found
I finally see, what's deep within me
I'll be... Poetry
and I'm free