My mind is flowing in a sea of violet,
Inspiration is the loved and the violent...

Drawn to words of intense colors,
I let my thoughts and pen do wonders...

My emotions and mind spill into ink,
As the purpose driven begins to sink...

Seeing the thought, writing whats seen,
Transcripted to words in a sequence of scenes...

It's not made up, its done by the heart,
Never question or rebuke this form of art...

Like a scene in a drama played in ink,
A singer's note at it's highest brink...

An athlete's motion that moves the pen,
Its there we hear the roar in the den...

Filled with emotions felt in our life,
We stain the paper with our handheld knife...

Visions a plenty painted by our hand,
Spoken in ways only few will understand...

The true meaning that is written down,
In the writer's eyes it can only be found...

Images bloom in your head as it's read,
It's deep meaning awaken from the dead....

Yet you will not know what it seals,
Only the creator will know what it truely feels....

© 2010