we speak on what we know
when we only know nothing
but from nothing where do we go

it is, from whence we came
so fitting it is we know it
and yet, think of it
can you?

deaden your thoughts
let the stimuli
pass you on by
and breathe in
newfound freedom

No wonder
If there is a masterpiece
I penned
Out of my ink
You are there living
Close enough

No matter what
Where to begin?
It's all about you
Around you
Somewhere
In some form
As a profound metaphor
Or a cryptic reflection
Veiled to
The blind hearts
Obvious to
The avid readers

Obviously
She is the poetry
And the poetry is she
She is the art
And the art is she

One day
I will read soulful verses
That lead
Some where
Once upon a time
And it will feel
So right

And
When I have writer's block
Somehow
Still I get reason to
Channel
And start again
An obvious life
Caressing the mind
Echoing the voice
With so much
More

She told me
"I am the Moon."

Seriously
I believed it
Her gravity is
What can't be
Denied

It’s always been
The truth

Whoever architect
The Universe

At first
With a noble purpose
The Sun may have been made
Then
The human may have been
Designed

Among human
They may have decided to gift
Some as an artist
Among Artist
With the soulful ink
Came Poet/Poetess

That time
Something may have gone
Wrong
Most had writer's block
Most often

Finally
A moon may have been made
To amuse the poet/Poetess

Since then
They are musing
They are mused

Writing should never be about who liked it or disliked it. Personally I feel peace, to write events, daily life activity without an end. I don't know topics, I don't know how to blend words like the professionals. Furthermore I don't have that time to decorate beautifully, but honestly I never cared about getting it right and I don't compete besides doing personnal best.

To be precise, we are among those people who (need to) have patience to listen, to see, to feel, and finally process all those stimuli to get back with a better reflection. How much we know them is, how much we have touched their lives.
The extra mile is the factor what makes someone to write. And luckly, I am among that someone.
Finally I write to empty my head.

If we will not write, who will?

[When do you write?]

Sometimes
I sense the vibes
What need to be
Defined
In exquisite way
Then
It happens

Other time
I feel heavy
To carry what is inside
Let it out
To release the weight
Then
It happens

One needs to believe
Chirography
As a comfort zone