PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

I listen to Brahms 

Read Stevens 

Watch Spielberg 

And think. Oh! 

I can't do that 

I listen to The Ramones 

Read Bukowski 

Watch Smith 

And think. Oh! 

I can create anything

I damn well please 

"You're free

to be

as creative as you are;

or so they say. 

Yet. 

Every time, 

the artist guided,

unwarranted. 

Unnecessary. 

Why is the artist

so restricted? 

IS it concious? 

Do those who commission 

Art

know they can be stifling it? 

Or, 

is it a lack of trust? 

Not enough of it 

to go around, knows 

the budding artist

with lack of portfolio. 

No trust 

goes to those

with no reference. 

So often are we told

we are free, 

when we are not. 

Their own opinion 

trusted first, 

unintentional or not, 

before the artist, 

the one who creates. 

When one asks another

to create, 

to stifle the flame

is to put it out completely. 

Trust is a must, 

we must learn to 

give our hearts and minds

and souls 

to others

to mold.

And that's the hardest thing to do."

Write and write, then write some more

Oh how some have said “It’s a bore.”

What do they know? They don’t see

The magic of these words on trees

Tiny strips of once grand woods

Hold whole worlds, even in death

The tree is gone, but life is there

And it grows with every breath

To create such things as worlds and lives

To build them up and rip apart

The power, the emotions, oh dear writer

Here is a portal to your heart

Look at how each person changes

Look at how your worlds expand

Do you see lives rearranging

And all within your master plan

Oh, the excitement! Oh, the joy!

Beauty is here, beauty and life!

In the quiet of humble homes

A universe hides inside

Some poor souls won’t understand

They’ll never see what you have done

Don’t live for them, don’t mold your worlds

To show the cruelty they’ve become

Take a breath, then get to work

Go live within what you create

Be surprised, feel admiration

Feel love, joy, jealousy, and hate

Don’t be afraid to stray away

And wander down an unknown path

Surprise and awe aren’t just for readers

Not everything will need a plan

Just let the life grow on its own

Let the people all be free

And in their freedom, you will find

A world where you may wish to be

Life isn’t set in stone, my friends

And your writing is the same

Your words are alive, so just relax

And walk within your stories

Always remember, your world is living

It’s not just scribbles on a page

And always know, it’s your creation

Be proud, and please, keep writing

This road as wide as the horizon,
It's uncharted,and fades into the sun,
Will you pull us off onto the ramp now?
Or decide this is why we have come?
A broad open palette awaits us,
A blank piece of paper and pen,
Is this freedom too much for our asking?
Are we just chasing rainbows again?
We could play any tune in this octave,
There's unlimited ways we could fly,
We are weightless and riding on spirit,
With our heartbeats and breathing close by.
A creation's what's ending this journey,
So emerge into nothingness, where?
I forgot to tell you there's no problem,
'Cause, guess what?
We are already there.

Copyright 2013 ©

Take my hand, it won't be far -
let's walk together into dark.
Reality can't cage our hearts,
I promise you it's just a start.

Are you afraid of word 'forever'?
Forget the meaning life has given.
The place I'll take you to is better -
be brave and break out of this prison.

Create a world anew from scratch,
mold its shape from void and silence.
The bluebird won't be hard to catch,
it's our home - the new asylum.

My mind is awake
it never sleeps
Keeps me awake at night
and in the day, weak

I can't control
where it goes
My morbid thought
only my mind knows

The messed up things
I like to do
I turn my heart off
when I go through

the things I drink
The things I take
the happiness
I try to create

My bleeding nose
My darkened eyes
Hide my apathy
Behind lies

The edge of cliff
way past the line
and no one can save me from me
this time.