Song of Self

My voice may not always say things

the right way

when I speak

it may

be grammatically incorrect

but inspiration is a state

of being

and

Grace a state of mind

and insight a random broken verse

in a universe

where perfection is sought

and circles chase themselves

only to reach the same conclusions

so please understand that my thoughts

my state

of being

ME

is a work in progress

and even though I see

more

sometimes with my eyes

closed

 and my mind

opened

than some with their perfect

rhyme

I am not afraid to say

you are blind

and your senses not sharpened

and your ennui, passe

overlook, if you will

my lack of meter

because

I have learned to stand on

my own

 two feet

and write with a rhythm

dictated by the beat

of my own soul

and the music

of the wind.

To a Writer

His words seem to flow from his




crooked little vein



like raindrops with purpose



knowing they



will



find



their way



to the ocean



where all expansive



mysteries



converge



with



the



infinite



this depth of



limitless wonder



seeks



to refine



and define



the



confines



of all



we



know



... and when



this primal element



meets



the



insatiable



wind



seeds of eternity



are



forever scattered



in the cosmic



vibe



that propels



the



universe.

..