By Tony DeLorger © 2014
Passion drives my heart to extremes,
in my writing, my visions and dreams,
and without it I am virtually inanimate,
without my creative drive, merely a habit.
My thoughts align to my next expression,
my words like elements, brewing impressions,
bubbling deep in my restless soul,
yearning to rise and make truth be told.
And until this flow of words escapes,
I am tense, unsettled and at times irate,
for within lives a fuelled desire,
of language elegant, in ice and in fire.
Then, when my brutal purging is done, complete,
I rest my mind and in body, defeat,
having cleansed my soul through the passage of mind,
creating truths under pen, sublime.
And I the vessel of divine intervention,
of creative aspirations that often defy convention,
shall continue this path of passion undertaken,
as a writer, my love, my dedication.
The beauty I paint and the ugliness scored,
from words of singular perfection, complexity and more,
is but a part of my journey to enlightenment sought,
through the mind of a writer and in light to restore.
My life is a dream of my making and more,
and what I create can give love and explore,
all that life offers in excruciating bliss,
in the art of the writer, sealed by a kiss.
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