More of the right ones

About me..

..

I want to be creatively free - no ties

I like being organ messy, with no rules

Poems that could literally go anywhere

No end, before the moment is captured

Fingers doing the talking

From my chest

and my everything

That’s the magic

Timeless

and

Usually, of rhyme

..

Rhyme relaxes me

No pre-planning

That’s what makes writing the glue

Not planning the ending

before I reach the end

This isn’t my pain

Not living like school

..

Showing myself what today’s

conclusion is

An empty, beautiful, careless, human, curious world

That is mine

I assume others don’t like me

And then there will be tomorrow

The feelings will be something else

More words extrapolated

The ongoing dialogue

That will run till the ends of time

..

I trust, my faithful

There at times

of needing

and there will be no end

It’s about connection, presence

My relationship with the inner me

Meeting others who adore that I

don’t care what the ‘rules’ are

(Apart from of gentle and kindness

Boundaries)

The child to whom it’s natural

for me to tend

I will submit to this, will shut off. Close down

We all have our moments

These are my wishes

But, silencing myself

Never EVER again

..

More of the real ones

than the clear ones

Complicated, raw, real

Communicators

But no fencing in

How life is supposed to be

How layers of chaos spin

cartwheels, and serenity,

from within