Write IN Verse

I’ve never sung for my supper But I guess it isn’t too late to start It’s not just the coffee that I’m  Aiming for but to be a part Of something Bigger than me by far Urban Solace has soul And plays a significant role In the lives of artistes, painters, poets and writers Wish I could go there this March 21st On #WorldPoetryDay And exchange notes With other creative folk.

I've been here before This place where the heart is empty But sadness hasn't visited yet This place where the moonbeams fall but the willows don't bend to my will This place where the crows come cawing But the drongos fly away from. That's the sanctum sanctorum of my existence I'm a yin without a yang

Stark. Naked. Trembling. Wrinkled. At the Fountain of youth. The eternal wellspring of blooming wealth Waiting at its feet for redemption. To be claimed by it And made whole again To last for all eternity Till every inch of you Glows like gold And sparkles like diamonds Isn't that your dream # Ag ing

It's like a soft fluttering feather  that settles upon your heart when you know deep down that what you've done  is the right thing and there are no regrets whatsoever...

As I wake up from sleep I recall dreams Fragments of yesterday Scattered in my consciousness Like golden-brown leaves in Fall From a wintry dark desolate place Memories of yesterday A place and a time That once was Now given way to newer experiences That replace the old With a soft yet swift tread But I know not what lies ahead.

Being alone is not so bad It’s not the same as being lonely I may be alone, but I’m never lonely Coz of books, friends, writing and poetry So rather than let a man in Who will disrupt the peace I choose to keep men out And not be a tease!

When your head hurts Like your brain is bleeding When your eyes can barely see For your vision is clouded The sound of your heartbeat Is the only thing you can trust