Take a look
at life, there is always a starting point. A beginning, a launch, a take-off this
is mine. Toyed with the idea of blogging for a while now with numerous readers pushing
for an anthology of my poetry. Well this is a step towards print publishing. A step
taken in utmost faith a belief of things to come based upon things seen and
things done. I stumble upon letters I rise back up with words: is more than
just a mantra it is an entrenched trust in the power placed in my hands. Knowledge
is greater than power and knowledge in powerful hands is potent. Now I write
for its all I can do. I join the world of blogging with: All I can do is write.
All i can do is write.
Carve out letters and watch them smile
Coz everything else I touch spits bile.
I've tried walking it out
stepping till my soul get wings
and every sense of me takes flight
I've fought shadows punched thoughts, boxed walls, but i can tell i lost the fight
its more than a scare it’s a fright
and the butterflies in the tummy are big ugly moths
and I’m unsure of what to think for me and you both
But I’m certain i can still write
in prose for what’s going on
in haiku for what’s short and clear
in sonnets of what’s un and what’s fair
drawing parallels from now to yonder
picking the pieces
joining the stitches
purple pallete of pain
subtle screaming sounds
vilifying voices
wailing,
wanting words!!
Urging me to write
setting me free from me.
chenjasWORDS 2011©
Carve out letters and watch them smile
Coz everything else I touch spits bile.
I've tried walking it out
stepping till my soul get wings
and every sense of me takes flight
I've fought shadows punched thoughts, boxed walls, but i can tell i lost the fight
its more than a scare it’s a fright
and the butterflies in the tummy are big ugly moths
and I’m unsure of what to think for me and you both
But I’m certain i can still write
in prose for what’s going on
in haiku for what’s short and clear
in sonnets of what’s un and what’s fair
drawing parallels from now to yonder
picking the pieces
joining the stitches
purple pallete of pain
subtle screaming sounds
vilifying voices
wailing,
wanting words!!
Urging me to write
setting me free from me.