a moment of time,
a glance, just enough light,
a thought
a breath exhanged,
between two,
is there reason
is this right
a doubt
a day rearranged,
who knew?
so close to perfection
so choose a direction
so lose yourself
so much to lose,
all in the passion for poetry,
add words,
out loud sounds,
go for the prose,
rhymes, found reason up above,
add movement and it becomes sublime,
don't let it end
don't make it end,
hold on, go beyond the status quo,
let go of the present state of affairs,
in debt to life,
in debted to my wife,
in *******, not free,
what is it that cages me,
the walls, I built
the stalling, the years
it is appalling, all under fear
of failure.
don't be shy
annunciate,
give life a try,
read out loud,
to yourself or the crowd,
climb the mountainous ampitheatre,
is that fear, the smell or some other fetor,
how does a relationship resemble barbed wire?
walk in the forest, among the tall trees, the moss is
soft as you fall to your knees, humbled by what?, Child,
they will find you, you are not lost,
they will find you at all costs, you may not know
where in life you are, where you fit, what is you purpose
this is it,
write, write, write
draw ink it is the blood that pours out
taking poison with it like rain down a downspout,
you are not in the gutter
that is for the utter guise, who mock while copying
your imperfections
that make you human,
some have given you up,
some have written you off,
some have written down,
but they did not expect
to find such marrow in
those bones,
such beautiful bones,
no one owns but you,
so write down to the bones
use that marrow for ink,
stand in the shadows of
the giants you fear,
in a voice that trembles
with emotions, sound the
words that roll like thunder
use words like swords and weigh them
with your muscled tongue,
and those who listen, those who read
will get your meaning...and sorrow that
they did not write with
passion, fire, touch, taste,
there is no down, your words are kindling
to start the pyre,
that will cremate the self you left behind.
Phoenix Rise!
To Write.
©DWE022014
not sure where this came from...one of the doors frome the corner of my mind I am not allowed to talk about I guess.
To real to be surreal
