Writer

Poetry
is not
just a
formation
of words

It is a
vessel
...

Faceless names, through years unfettered by muses
A cellophane place with 'un-fame' and elegy...

If I be a writer
that nobody reads
do the words I spew
truly get through?

So...

It is far into a poet's passion
Through years, tears, torments , and lacerations
Ripping...

Within the imagination,
I am content to live,
This,
Is my stay....

I see how...

O you timid creature,
I see you hiding
in the corners of my mind.

I know you....

You need to be fruitcake,
Truth be told a loon.
Madder than a hatter,
One barking at...

Wrapped and coiled, coyly within
The innate intrigue of self-expression
Poets do find a...

Millions of mish-mashes meandering amidst my mused head

Betwixt trails of thoughts thinking...

A single piece of poetry is like a stanza of song ~ that rhythmical rune from such a sense of belong..as a...

I climb cobwebs betwixt the corners of my mindfulness as I pen my poem for you

Subconsciously...

How delicious it would be
To taste of life, completely
To sweep into a patch of grass...

I lost
You

Words
came
and
expressed

in
Ink

but...

We think about this and we write about that

From faces in traces where our memory is at

...

Your style, your wit, your gifted prose,
Is so heavenly sent, it simply flows.
One hundred...

He knows how good he is,
Of what he can achieve,
A pupil who is a master,
That much I...