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Soul Speak
2002-07-03 10:14:50 (UTC)

Painted experiences

Here I sit and hold my pen
Writing these heartfelt words again
I write so that I may be free
From all the demons that haunt me

My expressions are like possessions sent out to sea.
A bottle of my making for one or all to see
An elixir of emotions as a bed of roses.
With beauty and thorns of misery.
Air to breathe when I have lost control.
A road back home from treachery.
The nose tingles and the heart expands.
For notes of compassion to land on those who might
understand.


I reflect my hidden thoughts
And those emotion tangled knots
On the faithful spreading white paper
Staining it with tears and laughter
My fingers gently do the dance
As the past and present glide in trance
Through words my heart was stolen
And through words too, my burdens lighten

A thought begun in quiet reflection
Sometimes expression is a burning need
A pain or anger begging to be freed
And then there is sudden inspiration
Opinion, fun or idle observation
People ask 'how many of your words are you?'
Of writing I answer simply 'it's what I do'




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