I Am the Writer of Taciturn Night

Tonight I allow you to visit my mind Please remain seated, sit back while you find The beauty of mystery as Da Vinci would code I welcome you all to my humble abode. I am the writer of taciturn night Taking a step into the light A poet of truth and fantastical vibes The spirit of mystic and magic resides. I see the world as confiscated Individual thought of a people baited Serving the rich to weed the poor Only the absence of mind to adore. I see the homeless in your city streets While children are taken by the devils elite I season these turmoils through shattered dreams Living a life of forced extremes. Within the same sentence I write of the trees All of the magic in flowering leaves I scribe upon waves, emotions fare A junkie of words and loves despair. This was a visit, a touch if you please A moment of time or angled degrees Within my mind words ignite I am the writer of taciturn night. BY: DARREN J McMURRAY September 16, 2008