PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

This is the merging of myself
in my various parts,
the reflection of a face
distorted by smoke and mirrors.

There is yearning in my voice,
a need to escape,
a desire for passage
into another realm of reality
by unfolding ideas.

I write of the body and the soul,
of the delight of heaven
and the tortures of hell.

I scribe the virtues
and vices of humanity;
the goodness of us,
and the evil too.

At times I listen more than speak,
hear the echoes of nature,
the sounds of the spirits.

I translate emotions into rhyme,
sentiments into script.

I deprecate to
unconsciously seek praise;
I boast to encourage critique.

I write of history,
mine mostly
how lovers have loved me
and wronged me
in the next verse.

I strip myself
for the world to examine;
I implicate like an investigator.

I breathe words like oxygen-
inhaling another's art
and exhaling my own.

Life is a journey
and we travel together,
stopping when we observe someone
bleeding on the sidewalk,
we judge and move on.