Love, you are the most beautiful reality.I hold you eternally; the beauty of my soul.You are my precious secret dancing in harmony. My eyes see you clearly as the transforming in my heart.
Though, sometimes difficult, you are able to lift any pain.
You are what I strive to be. You are what I am. I cherish you more today than yesterday.
Aug 20, 2015
The Heart of a Poet Is No Joke
Lately, it’s been difficult to write through
the pain, finally get comfortable,
comfortable enough to express myself
on black and white,
you see I’ve been in a psychical fight
with my right hand, the dominate one
the pains run up my arm into my big thumb
I ask myself how am I going to accomplish this
when it seems my dream is hopeless
at becoming the poet and author I should be
the doctor’s diagnosis is like a knife in the back,
my wrist in some sort of cast?
he doesn’t understand the pen and poet dynamics
my stomach has been doing back flips ever since
I heard this crazy bull @#@$W##!
the doctor is insane, the nurse is insane
I’m going to fight through this pain
I have no choice but to, if Moses can part the red sea
the pen alleviates me
whatever I need to release
however, I did reach for an extended pain pill
on the top shelf, non-narcotic of course
after a few minutes, don’t you know my
vision started to blur
but the devil is a liar
so I bat my eyelashes a couple of times to focus
to voice my opinion on the matter at hand
I’m not a chump when it comes to the pen
I don’t give up that easy so bully be gone
POOF! It’s like that….