"I like big books and I cannot lie"..
And poems that especially rhyme
My escape as a child and in time,
An escape from the "Me" I spent years trying to find.
Holding on to the words of the pages
Of far off lands and birds with the faces
Of mystical beings and magical places...
And music my muse
Thou art sweet and soft
Or red but lovely nonetheless
The tool I use to unravel the
Chords of my mind...
...Such a beautiful mess.
From out of the ghetto I rose like
The flower and said hello to a world
I never knew
And I spread out my petals and
Flew high from the gravel and
Said goodbye to what
I was accustomed to.
These things are my rock
These things captured me
And set me free along the shores.
Of Wonder and Ambition
To be a free bird
Leaving me hoplessly, happily
Yearning for more.
And I continue to rage in this
Fight ff a life
Determined- a willful art.
For when I look in the mirror I'll still
See the one lost in the pages & lyrics
That are forever tied to her heart.
So now you see..
There is so much stardust in her being
There is so much dream in her bold eyes
There is so much beyond her seeing
And there is so much
To what you may think
Are just my Pointless Rhymes.