Inspiration What i love about this little app Is i know my fellow poetic chaps Are dying for a a little composed exposure While maintaining dignitity and artistic composure In truth that will never make a great rhyme For our verses only count if we have lived the crime These words must come from that mind of the unknown Three dimensional, unimaginable and alone
Crossroads My day was supposed to execute Tasks and undertakings of no dispute So important are these tasks They willl define my future and my past Yet as imperative as this may sound I have so suddenly come around.. My true self is a power i cant deny My wings have reappeared, open and ready to fly So here we go again my true soul You test my beliefs and make me whole For i cannot live any other wAy It must be from the heart, pure and unafraid In the morning i will awake Cosmos do not let me feel that little ache Let me be stong, bold, and able to forgive then i will be finally be able to live