Imagery

Paint Brush
Strokes
with
a
Stencil
of
Ink
in 
my hand

We all
feel
the
glass
of
pain
and
the
soothing
breeze
that
accommodates
the
cut

Something
I have
learned
to
long
for
whenever
I feel
the shiv
coming
in

The Mask
of 
Censorship
always
has
placed
me
in 
a state
of
anxiety
in
the
past

Yet
the
transparent
sword
of
the
Pen
faithfully
comes
to
my
defense

calming
the
nerves
and 
constructing
the
fighting
spirit
of
a
warrior
within

Never
Give
Up

Never
Settle
for 
the 
bleak

Destiny
is 
not
a
two
face
whore
that 
stabs
you
in the 
back

rather
it is
the
tramp
of self
doubt
that
feeds
the mind
to
failure

As poets
we
are
Knights
and Ladies
to change

Our words
 written
are
like
magical
dust
that spreads
in 
the 
wind
transforming
events
and
sparking
a
revolution
to
all
who
reads

The responsibility
comes
when
we choose
an ideology
of what
we seek 
to inspire

We can 
create
fear
hate
with foolish
unrealistic
idealism
or
we can
spread
love
confidence
and 
perseverance

The choice
lies
with 
conviction