My Notebook

(My Notebook)

Poetry is my love 
The notebook is my marriage 
A bandage for old and new wounds 
Life and its baggage, 
Open minded for a new passage, 
Just a new sandwich 
Of pure heart and creative wordage. 

Its a seesaw for me 
Of a different language 
A new day is mileage 
Some cause peace 
Some cause damage, 
Its a privilege to have a postage 
Taking advantage of the mysterious beautiful 
Voyage. 

I just write, 
It brings out a spark 
like the stars glowing ever so bright 
In the night 
Its an adrenaline rush I cant describe it 
Its like im in-flight 
Poured gasoline 
My notebook, my smile 
waiting to ignite. 

Im gone like a satellite 
In outer space   
I go at my own pace, 
Sometimes it feels like a race 
I chew my breaths 
Taking anything I can in 
Then spitting it like a king cobra 
And the venomous stinging mace. 

I give her all my love 
and many kisses, 
Bringing out the best of me 
Like when the wind hisses, 
Or a streetlight on a dark road 
Taking a long walk, 
Looking for a way home. 

Its like a maze trying to find its place, 
Screaming kissing, pulling  clawing 
Its all part of the writers face, 
I am humble and grateful to have a gift 
I can rhyme, spill and embrace, 
Doing me that's the secret of winning the whole race.