A Start

Violins sing their lessons

sometimes inaudible
to the ear, can you hear, you fears
its improbable
vexing, but stoppable
becoming daily possible
for tears to run down my cheeck
a sign i weep
for every moment that i failed to speak

when your moons and my planets collide
i feel alive, and i dont have an answer to why
just keep it i strive
im diggin your vibe
gettin lost in the word as i try
to justly describe
the way that im feelin inside
…my mind

so i thought id entertain this
jot it down, pen and pad, sent to word
i say this…
am i man or mr. blameless
ya take it in, hold it tight, blow it up contagious
out of sight out of mind now to be heinous
then to be fameless
soon to be nameless
soon to be nameless

Damn…

exhaustion…sets in from confesssion
dipped the pen in the ink
sat down for a session
understood the lesson, understood the blessin
had to write it down, connect the dots
still action is the question
….maybe take the road of passion by obsession?
or start a path a whole new road using love for its inception?

Reviews

[Wildecat]

This is a very nice write, totaly enjoyed reading this poem, well done.