Poetic Forces

"Poetic Forces"

Through me too words do flow,
Within me too they spin and grow,
And betimes I too wake
For I must my creations make
On a sheet of virgin white
For they demand to see the light.

And at times aroused by them too I be,
And driven, can't control what comes over me;
An obsessive silken sensual excitation
One tick tock away from an explosion,
To satisfy my burning need,
To plough and plant indeed,
Another explicit seed.

And though betimes by culture's customs restricted,
Still I must release that which would have me afflicted
To explode, or to flow free
As fate or fortune destined they be,
And as creations their freedom find
From within the confines of my mind.

And though too, some may poor or boring be,
Just as easily they could have been you or me,
And while some may ignore or hold in derision what I say
It makes no never mind to me for it's always been this way,
Yet nonetheless, from my silken sensual distress
I find a release in expressing what I express.

I find release from my distress
In translating what may or may not impress
But within me, I have peace, I am contented
In knowing I am free, for what was intended
Have their existence found, and will stand
Alone, and free as was their demand.