I shall sit a while
and ponder inside poetic rhetoric.
Moon sings lullaby to stars.
Eagles fly high meeting clouds.

I shall walk a while
and follow rhythms in head.
As I put focus to thoughts
and pen to paper

Birds sing in symphonic harmony.
Ecstatic pleasures cast grand shadow
on two lovers.

"Scribe with a pen sharp like arrow."
a title given I proudly claim
and dance forevermore
gracefully in moment of prose.

I wish to write a story
deliciously threaded
with intrigue and mystery.
A story where the reader reads
every word hungry for more.

I want to write a story
where my own unexpected
ending surprises even me.

I wish to write a story
below full moon as energies  
lite my inner creative flame
and visions mount.

I guess I should get started.

People
Plucked
Peter Pipers
Pipe
free
Paynized it
Then pigged out
pickled peppers pizza
in park.

kiss me with speed of light
and wrap your aura round my vessel.
Kiss me so all senses of time disintegrates
and rivers of ecstatic waves flow.
Kiss
me
long
so melodies travel in mind.
gracefully as our heartbeats play
to float us in waves of passions.

We poets are the mirrors of life.
The scribes to fill the void
and bring light where there is dark.

We poets are the fuel to expand the readers eyes.
The ones that have insights
as we purge sadness.

We poets are a gift
as mirrors a a world of imagery
and imagination

carven
your pulsating heart
provides all the light I needed.
Never
to run
out of batteries.
Until,
death
do
us
part.

Your kiss is produced
in a candy factory of your heart.

Its texture swims in pool of mouth
making waves of grandeur.

Your kiss is delectable
bringing all senses alive.

It's a gift
making everyday valentines day.