INSPIRATIONS

Most times I don't know what to write

Yet I start penning with my right

On paper I release all my tears

With my pen I let go of fears

Earnestly praying the words rhyme

They do, yes, yes they rhyme with time

As time wears off she, my pen, bleeds

My curled fingers cry, my hand pleads

My head lights up and is on fire

Sweet fire, burning, sweet, sweet desire

I thought doing this would be hard

But I never knew what I had

Inspirations drawn around me

To live, to express, to be me

Through everything I have been through

And simple things that people do

Be that as it may, they, the poets

Such as Shakespeare, who wrote sonnets

And George Herbert, who wrote about God

As man, as savior, King and Lord

They my greatest inspirations

Remain, with God and His creations

Such that when I create a piece

There rests my heart's solace and peace

That a broken heart may be healed

And its soul with energy filled

I seek not to be the greatest

Just my voice to reach the Earth's ends

With my bleeding pen I shall speak

To every valley and to every peak

'Fore I'm gone I shall pass my message

Scribed to future ages and this age

This is the beauty of the art

I write, yes, I write from my heart.