Channeling my creativity
To bring words from mind to fingers and my fingers to your eyes
I surprise myself, taking words and experience down from the shelf
Of life, in order to write, I write to create, to cause a stir
To blend it all together into scribbled blur.
Maybe she inspires me, prompts me to write the way I do
Prompts me to say the things the way I do
Maybe it’s the sun, with its power and beauty, the warmth of it soothes me
Nourishes my soul, I feel whole when under the sun
Do I write for fun, of course, finding ways to creatively curse
I swear…that this is bull excrement, trying to define the intent to reasons why I write
Maybe it’s just poetry season, maybe it’s that time of the month
My monthly period point blank, thank you for my muse,
Thank you for being you and allowing me to use you to amuse you
And to soothe you with words that move you, that is if you choose to listen.
The sun glistens on us as we dance in the sand, on the shore of tomorrow, never borrowing
Today to share in yesterday’s sorrow. Creation gives me inspiration, channeling imagination
Towards success my destination sharing all the information words we use to condemn nations
And words we use to seek salvation and end up with Creation.