Brink

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 rhyme to the beat

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...