"Writing (My Spirit's Vision)"




“Some poets are paint brushes, and some are buckets.” - Staplez

(kmaClub)

When I am angry it soothes me,
When my heart is breaking it heals me,
When I’m scared of the world;
it helps me hold up my head and view it,
When I have something to say,
It shows me exactly how to do it,
It’s who I am I’d have it no other way,
It’s beautiful but at times,
it’s scary even to me,
It’s my air, water, food and shelter,
If I couldn’t write my poetry;
I don’t even think life would be in me,
Because to me Poetry means one thing,
That is it's the one thing that describes me.

“Most people ignore most poetry because most poetry ignores most people.” – Adrian Mitchell

(Dovie Salmai)

Expressions of sorrow
Sentiments of love
A child's tear
Or the wings of a dove
It's thorns on a rose
Written thoughts into prose
It’s my spirits vision
And my fantasies fruition

“You will not find poetry anywhere unless you bring some of it with you.” – Joseph Joubert

(Head)

When there’s nothing left
to say out loud,
or when it won’t come out
I just write it down.
I don’t write it
so you can read it,
I do it…
because I need it.

I’m inspired by artists who,
aren’t staind by the cold hearts
of the green wanting tools.
I’m inspired by rappers who,
aren’t caught in the fiasco of
the common kweli-ties that,
have classified hip-hop
as an atmosphere in k-os.

I’m inspired by single mothers,
raising their kids,
to be better then their fathers.
I’m inspired by people
who live their life,
the way they want
and not the way they’re told.
I’m inspired by…
the new born baby,
as well as the ninety year old.

I’m inspired by everyday life,
so when I get the chance,
I sit and write.
I don’t do it,
for the money, sex or drugs,
I do it for the love…
and really that’s enough.
I don’t do it
for anyone but me…
and that’s poetry.

"The true poem is the poet's mind." – Ralph Waldo Emerson

(Raptor Red)

I never write for recognition
I will never write for fame
I write to find the definition
Of the truth behind my eyes
And why they look at me with shame

I never write for others
I never write to keep myself sane
I write to unfold the covers
That lie heavy in my mind
And blanket my artistic brain

I do not write for money
Although it would be nice
I find it kind of funny
People tell us poetry is dead
Yet romantics still look to us for our advice

I share my world to inspire poets
Then they can read about my broken soul
Whether or not they know it
Their words keep my pen in hand
And that is a pen that makes me whole

I write to help me live in
All of the moments that most pass by
It’s a diary of where I have been
The beauty that I have come across
That has made love to my ears and eyes

I will never write for recognition
But feel free to read about my love and pain
For poetry is the definition
Of why my blood is made of ink
And why my pen is filled straight from my veins

“Poetry is not a profession, it is a destiny.” - Mikhail Dudan

(ReigningPrincess)

I’m blessed, to write sentences that match,
maybe I can make a difference,
throw out that latch,
that always stays locked and never comes detached,
Maybe I can bridge the gap.
Make unseen become seen,
the un-serene become serene,
Make the lost become found,
with just words no sound,
With the movement of words,
Many letters, many words,
Make a difference? I can make.
Maybe I’m too young or too absurd,
My words they lurk, they lurk, they search,
For an answer to a cause,
Why I write? To make a pause.
To take a breath from the norm.
Blessed I must be, I can write,
With the movement of my mind,
turns paper into life,
With his love in my hands,
Inspiration from my man,
Causes words opposed of strife.
Take a breather, just write.
Let him go, just write,
Let me think just right,
But to think, I must write.
Many letters, many words,
Tell a story, too absurd.
Turn paper into life.

"The thing I love about poetry is that you can have an idea and end up writing something totally different." - Head

(Leon The Lyricist)

I write to free myself.
to fly while firmly grounded in this life,
to create my own dreams
and allowing them to be seen.
I write to breath easy.
to release the stress of reality.
shaping, molding pain it into love,
changing the idea that grey skies are to be frowned upon.
I write to entertain.
pushing the boundaries of complex simplicities.
making the oxymoronic as cool as the negative.
I write to be honest.
me, rising up out from the shy abyss,
proudly proclaiming thine mind.
expressing the truest emotions, with no regard.
fighting the army of hardcore with compassion and soul
it lives inside me, therefore I write.
it is my neighbor, therefore I write.
they asked who I am......
I explained that I am a pen.
bleeding on the inside, anticipating the release of my fluids.
I explained that I am a canvas.
aching to be noticed, treated and respected.
the orgasm is hidden, though it exists.
I write to smile.
I write to cry.
I write to know.
so while I'm flying on the cement,
propelled by thoughts of me....
learn me and why of what I write.
because nothing is more beautiful then
my simple pens might.

“There exist only three beings worthy of respect: the priest, the soldier, the poet. To know, to kill, to create.” – Charles Baudelaire

(D.S.S. Unlimited)

Blank pages, taunting, haunting my psyche
Quite likely, it'll be crumpled up in frustration
Exasperated hesitation, bad lines make me sick
Quick to nit pick, tear apart my own work
Only SPURTS of genius, flicker like a naked light bulb
Make it right, bub. I try. Sometimes I succeed
Honestly, there’s nothing quite like it to me
When your thoughts merge with the page fluidly
Intuitively, without strain
Fair to say, the way the brain works truly amazes
It’s outrageous, so quick to do away with those empty pages

My pen is uninhibited and when I write diligent
With every ligament, the possibilities are unlimited
Revel in the moment when people tell me they’re feelin’ it
But if they’re not. That TOO is okay
I’ll revel in the fact that I filled my blank page

The blank page that calls out to me
And undoubtedly I’d have to smash it unabashedly
Or give it my very best shot at least
And after reading a new piece 15 or 20 times, I’ll see
If it was worth all the time it received
All the scratched out phrases, the wasted ink on the sheet
And if it was, that’s the best feeling to me
When the thoughts can be articulated fluently
And we can all enjoy a piece congruently. It’s Love.

"You obviously have to realize your own perception of the world in order to be a poet." - Raptor Red

(Living Legend)

My inspiration is the truth
Poetry is self proclaimed
Influential by my minds aspects
Contemplated by others complex
Poetry just releases all stress

Motivated by the worlds problems
Enticed by criminals sagas
Captivated by the religion of the worlds
Distraught by the Bible's revelations
Praying over the boys and the girls
Life’s struggles mesmerize my poetry
Dictate the flow I create

I produce mental equations for other poets
So they connect mind to soul see what I'm saying
The opportunity of teaching others the gift of style
A free spirit with an open heart...Free your Mind
Let your pen do the talking open up and confide

My poetry has helped me through the blistering cold
Kept me level headed so the story goes...
I see past the light into the eternity of site
Poetry pushes the heart past critical terms
I set back and reflect on lessons learned
I show you a beauty no one can do with out
A dedication for the art a passion from the heart
A spirit from love a jewel beyond compare
Project your minds to new heights
Yes Poetry will take you there

”Some of the best poems I wrote alone in the dark with no thoughts in my head except this deep emotion that comes from some far off place.” – KmaClub

(Perfect Angel)

These four walls enclose me
Silence is my comfort
Writing is my companion
I journey into another world
My mind and heart acts as a storage
No compass in hand
Just my thoughts alone
War, Cynical Politics, Kidnappings,
Immigration, Poverty, Hate
Topics are not welcome here
Religion is an echo
Faith is absent
Vanity is dead
Fame is a memory
Self-Respect resides
Peace reigns supreme
Reality is closed
Just the warmth of my solitude
And God Given imagination

Those four walls release me
Activity is my acquaintance
Writing is shelved for another day
I unlock reality with great reluctance
Religion is my compass
Faith is my guide
Vanity lights up the room
Fame is still everyone's favorite Rock Star
Self-Respect is fleeting
Peace remains a universal wish

“I was working on the proof of one of my poems all the morning, and took out a comma. In the afternoon I put it back again.” – Oscar Wilde

(KastroX and Fracture - *)

Thoughts Scripted, Poetic, Emotions Listed,
Time Seems To Pause When I Write, *
Hopeful It Never Catches Up *
So I Leave It,
Keep Walking, Never Turn Back, *
Ever Moving Foward, *
Proving That Poetry Is Timeless *
The Hour Glass With Sand Neverending, A Desert I Wander,
Survival Facilitated By My Poetry,
Blessed With A Pen And Paper As My Food And Water, *
Carefully I Waste None *
I Stumble Across A Resevoir Of Epiphanies,
Orphanage To Stray Issues In The Depths Of My Mental,
Expression Is Essential,
Containment Is Beyond Comprehension,
It Causes Volcanic Pressure, Erupting In Poetry,
The Lava I Spit,
An Unstoppable Force, Automated Action, Reflex Reaction,
Emergency Release For The Brewing Thoughts That I Keep,
Poetry Has Lost All Meaning
And Soldered Itself To My Soul.

"My writing expresses all my experiences and fantasies, my joys and sorrows. It's my great escape! I can be anyone, anywhere at anytime.” – Dovie Salmai

FIN


**Editors Note**
I would like to send out a special thanks to everyone who participated in this. I think that this came out really well, and it deserves to be at the top of Poetics for all of 2008. It is a work of art like this that makes other people "bite" our pieces, envy our pieces, and come to want to be a part of one of the best poetics sections that is out on the internet.

On behalf of the Poetic Moderators of NBS,

- Raptor Red

I love this piece. I had a great time putting it all together.

- RR

Reading this really put me in a better frame of mind! This was awesome! Thanks RR!

Wow ,what amazing poems.

You are all so talented and I feel quite dazed after reading them.

:^:

What a great thread.:^:

i just saw the '-RR' at the end of a post for the first time in ages...

it made my day