FOCUS

The following notation explains my reasons for writing poetry in the first place.  When I am feeling anxious, angry, aggravated, woeful, sexy, harmonious or plain livid, the words seem to flow...fortunately for me I can put them into a rhythmic motion bringing impassioned thoughts to life. 

When life is out of focus
And you've lost your path or course
Sit back, relax;  lock yourself away
Go inside to the place where you always know what to say

Pick up a pen and gouge at the page
It's here a war on emotion is waged
Here begins a circle of wasted cognizant time
Cluster of words in your head before being displayed in rhyme

Tangled and confused as they grace each awaiting page
Where their meaning becomes you're very own center stage
Therapeutic for me, could help you find where you belong
Your own craft, creation, revelation or song



Simply joyous or wrought with true misery
They're mine alone, cannot be take from me
Go inside and find the words you possess
Be brave, jot it down; with that pen point press

Be not afraid of what you find
Thoughts can be pure, evil, sweet or merely unkind
They must not be significant indeed
It will make you feel better and fill an emotional need.

So go ahead and lock yourself away
Jot down what it is you've been dying to say.


October 2002
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