Oct 2015
With My Hands on my Head my head to the pillow the pains so deep like a Cold Winters Willow.
In my mind I’m a fighter My Hearts the lighter my soul sparks it up like a fluid lighter.
This Poem Isn’t for you it’s for me Reality is Twisted it will never set you free, a poet suffering with arthritis for every word spoken an emotion starts to think.
And brings out everything at the moment that I think, I’ll be self-destructing mind blowing crushing Poetry searching because they never saw what I could see.
My Pen. wasn’t lazy it learned lessons from the words it had created, it gets a “Rush” every time my hand picks it up to Create Poetry from the heart.
It has a life of its own every Letter picks it’s Poem, every Word has a Sound that the pen helps bring out.
JidosReality 5.5.13
In my mind I’m a fighter My Hearts the lighter my soul sparks it up like a fluid lighter.
This Poem Isn’t for you it’s for me Reality is Twisted it will never set you free, a poet suffering with arthritis for every word spoken an emotion starts to think.
And brings out everything at the moment that I think, I’ll be self-destructing mind blowing crushing Poetry searching because they never saw what I could see.
My Pen. wasn’t lazy it learned lessons from the words it had created, it gets a “Rush” every time my hand picks it up to Create Poetry from the heart.
It has a life of its own every Letter picks it’s Poem, every Word has a Sound that the pen helps bring out.
JidosReality 5.5.13
