In all that I write
And all that I dream
Words cannot carry
My voice as it seems
To be lost in the shuffle
Of whispers and screams
Tepidly tiptoeing
Around the briars
Only to boldly
Dance in the fire
Passion suppressed
Is not passion at all
So I’ll rise to the summit
And take to the fall
In all that I write
And all that I feel
This is my story
This is my real
Diaries and tiny keys
Opened doors
To thoughts unspoken
Indigo blurred
By rainy blue eyes
My full heart emptied
To fill blank pages
Lyrics and chords
Strumming tales
Of the deep and the dark
Words and voice
United in song
My full heart aching
To fill open spaces
Pain and torment
Tapping keys
In a candle lit corner
Creative crescendo
Boundless and beautiful
My healing heart open
To infinite places
http://dversepoets.com/2014/03/04/poetics-poetically-evolving/
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