MY PEN: (A Poetic Rsponse)

Why write? I am asked...what do I say?
For what dreamy fallacy do I pray?
So I proceed as I always do,
word by painful word...adieu

You cannot control when and where, You cannot name it here or there
If you think to hard the words shall run, the poetry lost, the poem is done.
You cannot plan the mastery of a song, or the poetic love in the work will be wrong.
You must feel it in your soul & allow it to flow
From your pen it shall fall with your heart in tow
Writing is my tool my weapon, with so much power
It brings doom to worlds or bring beauty to flowers
It can lighten your heart and make you feel wonder
Or dash your dreams and hopes asunder
Why do I write she says, to ask me a question of such
Is to never embrace love of the living or the shivers of a deadly touch
When I am free of her beauty, her power and her control
I shall rest my pen forever, my body and my soul....

- Acerbus Amor

Location:Cleveland, Ohio