Why I write…
The fingers wander feverishly for extensions
stretching to decima – not enough,
the pensive soul accepts no refreshment,
played on the background so long half/half.
To run thru the keyboard-to discover
the thorns and the roses,
the joy, revelation while writhing in pain,
to dare to touch the stone of Moses,
don’t let soul sail get dissolved in a vain.
What
threatens my writing life…
I nervous and gripping the pen
so then I’m not screaming
and shake in despair,
life steps on the heels
required pay bills
and this is what threaten
my writing passion…
Why I will
continue to write against all odds…
I am into chasing the word
the English word sounds so cool to my ears
remember the time listening a song
but not understanding the lyrics…
We travel prolonged path
developing, nourish the spirit
so who will judge/blame us
when we learn to trust
our feelings and walk off a pier…