The four corners of a page

The forgotten rage

the tenderness of a kiss

all get written on these blank pages

the journal I write

to set my emotions a light

epiphanies and realisations

new sensations

became metaphors

that open doors

similes that create smiles with ease

I am the pen tangled with the page

I am the rhymes written to take to the stage

and music arrives

to create vibes raps and hip hop

don’t stop

write and keep writing

the only way from here

is the place we touch in our minds eye

the soul is wet and it’s ink

let’s sink further still

for we have the will

to be better

love letters

to our creativity.

The mask

The mask

I hide behind layers of onion like skin
You can’t see my soul, what is within?
I am a fragment of the universe
You will never realise my true worth
All the words I mean to say and have said
the pages I have written the poet bleeds,ink I have bled
read the words I have written
Explore the meaning and be smitten
Look within the cage of my soul
Lightening strikes but my inspiration is out of control

The artist in me yearns for grandeur
I want you to see my muse and understand her
Wisdom and strength through love.
The push and shove
of life gets in the way
But I define the path from which I don’t stray.