Poems begin with desire Deep and persistent Feverish and demanding They demand attention Needful hungry things Finicky in how they want to be handled Not touched by just any words They must be the RIGHT words Poems demand intimate connection Crave it Require it They require time to build A sacred dance between poet and pen The stimulation of mind and soul Identification and reflection of the human experience Poems must touch the most intimate parts of us Where human and universe converge Grasping and pulling feelings to the surface Until the soul explodes in prismatic truths Leaving the skin erupted in goosebumps Pupils dilated and breath quickened The soul's hunger satisfied Poems demand nothing less
The art of language is a powerful mechanism allowing us to reach inside another's soul through the common threads of experience and the power of imagination to leave a momentary imprint on the soft fabric heart of other's lives.
The artist moon is calling
The one that makes the blood restless
And the mind discontent
The one that replaces sleep
With lightning storms of inspiration
The moon raises the spirit of dreams unrealized
And fantasies unlived
It whispers of wild woods and scented winds
Of primal needs and elaborate, lucid dreams
I am held captive in the moon's tides
Ebbing and flowing as I map my own constellations in its sky
And so my mind churns
My pen moves
Channeling the lightning into art
Painting the moon's energy with barely adequate words
In a desperate attempt to contain the results of its demanding influence
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I spill ink in controlled rivulets across an unstained page, setting down with curves and flourishes the tangled, unintelligible, intangible emotional illiteracies of my mind now transmuted into words and phrases, provoked into life, and now chained irrevocably into place by pen, hand, and mind.
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