My hand shakes gripping the quill
Shaping and warping words at will
The ink is the blood of my heart
for it is where the fire for my poems start

I cut and carve my life in rhyme
blotched on the paper trapped in time
Life Death Loss and Love
Spilling and splashing to the paper, all of the above

The heart dances as the fire rages
The quill scratches and drips as words come alive off the pages
Throwing you into the realm of my mind
You will exit leaving nothing behind

For poetry is a passion
I am not of any fashion
I merely feed the fire
That my heart will forever desire.

For every poem you read
Is what my heart is willing to bleed

You can't force a feeling.
Your pen will not be fooled.
Ink dries in mockery
Of your obvious lies
Leaving an imprint
Like the ghost of a shadow
Of someone you wish you were

A life without love
Is like a night sky without the stars.
It's still there,
Just not quite as beautiful

A kiss evokes eloquent poetry
Each line recited in harmony
It’s a silent symphony of souls
Feelings sway in an ecstatic stupor  
A new world becomes a reality
Where just two souls find abode
A poetry chronicled by the confluence
It’s a masterpiece