Today I will share some of my recent poetry. It seems as though I can say more through poems than I can through prose anyways…and I don’t know if I could put words to today.
Raw emotion spawns beauty
Arts exist to express.
Bleeding hearts scrawl red ink
In elaborate fountain pen.
Broken souls birth life essence:
Manna for desperate men.
Vulnerable people write exposed
Their motives lay bare to critique.
For our chests are pried open
And our substance lives on the page.
Nameless musician vagabond
On the corner of the street.
The gentle music cunned them to stop-
His voice that’s low and sweet.
Crying out truth unwanted
Questions asked way deep inside
The well to do are haunted
By one who dares to speak heartcrys.
Indebted listeners drop their coins
In a well worn ragged cap.
Gypsies’ music is more than noise;
He knows where the answers are at.
I said stop it.
See what you’re leaving behind?
If you were a man
You’d clean up that mess
And really apologize.
But you’re not a man;
You’re a coward,
And you’re running away.
Don’t you see what you’re doing?
It doesn’t have to be this way.
You promised you’d stay,
But apparently that doesn’t matter
To you anymore.
If you’d stop it
You’d see what you’re missing.
I said don’t go out that door.
So it’s hard.
Nobody said it’d be easy
Or that your heart wouldn’t be torn.
It gets hard and you leave.
I should have seen it coming.
It’s too late,
You chose your fate:
This escape they call divorce.