Why can’t I write?
Is it the weed?
And the reason I can’t stop;
is because I am too afraid to write?
It is not just about the lust for the opposite sex anymore,
it is about the feeling of sinking teeth into something delicious,
about the energy of beauty
the energy of a woman
because I am a man
and I need that muse
They don’t understand it in this part of the world;
a woman should be held to the heights of the beauty they possess
Women are nature, women are love, air, birds;
Women are the bees creating with long lines of golden pollen;
the reason I write poetry
the reason I strive to achieve, evolve
Women represent the hope in a world where
there does not appear to be much good
and all things beautiful are becoming so dark,
so ordinary
I suppose I could make any excuse
as to why words have disappeared from my mind,
why I am staring at blank screens, blank pages
scrounging for passion -
all an excuse needs is a bit of cleverness -
but all it really is
is a thirst for the drink of a woman,
smooth skin, perfume, candles and fairy-tales…
the nourishment of a muse
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i love, love, love this one..thanks for a peek into your soul…
Yea, it’s easy to get the stuff on paper, it’s a little more difficult sharing it!!! I still feel I could dig deeper, just trying to learn how to break down the walls other people’s opinions built around me…
i guess we all have to learn to do that….keep pushing…i can only imagine what you will put down after you do…