Tell me when you get hurt,
I will take half of it and dance with your tears
I will sing you lullabies till you sleep.

I will tip your face with my fingers gently
till you fall in a nightmare,
You will see you there loving me
and tearing ice shining,
how pretty are you looking like that
I'm  crying
I'm crying.

I want to leave you in that big blue silence
but I can't help but sinking with you deeper
I'm  trying
I'm trying.

You see me there smiling
but you can't do,
you knew it was for someone else
and kept your heart
dying.

My consciousness drifts
as I move on soil
tweaked by a poets walk.

Their steps imprinted
in Mothers soil
as seeds to grow within.

Whitman tickles me
so I may create visions grand.

Thoreau echoes,
as I put pen to paper
and echo while sitting at pond.

Poe speaks in caverns of mind
giving perspective of the dark bird
that whispers “Nevermore.”

And Dickinson whistles in wind
so self anchors
to born a masterpiece.

Yes I am blessed,
to walk in a writers shoes.
To scribe from inside heart
where flowers grow,
and poets of past live.

We on Hello Poetry
and all sites of poetic nature
are a family.
We Bond with the best
Poe, Dickinson Whitman
Frost, Platt and Cummings
All those whose heart
expelled masterpieces
that world celebrates.
Who know how to tame the written word.

We are all lion tamers
where are pens are whips
and fortitude outweighs fear.

Grand Family, move over
I the poet is born
growing stronger everyday.

Move over for I claim
my place as you hug me
in ethers of forever.

The rest of the world
just doesn't see me yet.
But they will. They will.

Many times I have emptied my mind of the negative thoughts
They keep seeping in through cracks
Heavy the heart, slumps and bears the weight

A soul full of love, I try and keep with a dash of positivity
Seeking a balance between the trio
Mind-Heart-Soul
To keep me whole