Brink

In my world of creation

Seldom is there silence

Movement,

On a brink of ecstasy

Words appear like dew

In  an  early dawn

When conscience is born

Loving thoughts plan

Plunder of expressions......

Remaining faithful to a loving second

That gave me birth

I too remain eager to hear a song

Where love reigns over green prairies

Knowing bombs ruin

Hopes that strum an eager beat

Giving rise to insanity creeping

Into veins

Denouncing the world along.......

Once a young boys fantasy

Write poetry of the old

Know now what it takes

Be different

Honest

Smart without a clue

Still a fool

I break hearts

Cause love’s smart

Playing silly games

Giving rise to pain

True creativity begins...

Stood on a river bed

Beside a shrine

Naked

With a maiden beside

Danced in circles

Trying to find spirits

Tired we smoked a pipe

Smoke filled lungs

Spoke of emptiness

That has filled up life

Nowhere to run

Nothing to give

Tired red eyes lie rested

At openness

Covering conscience up with a curtain

Sending mind to another destination

Capture time......