The Poet

I'm stuck all inside my head So tired of being dead Left wandering in my rhymes Poet's usual seductive time I'm justifiably happy Poetically sad Forevermore in thought of Rainy days and trees that sway Mockingbirds and broken hearts that hurt Stuck inside with erotic rhymes of Explicit times Profane life's of illicit wives Provocative words spread Naked on my virgin page Poetry struggling for release Thoughts tear at the membrane Of my mind like hungry beasts Screaming Pleading Biting and clawing to be free To bleed in ink To converse in sync Picture perfect words of love and hope Lies painted realistic Mirrored events turned poetic lovers raging with savage hearts Old friendships torn apart My thoughts are of another time Romantic kingdoms grown wild Brighter bluer emerald skies Emotions refusing to die But in moments of fleeting time my thoughts flirt with desires of You and I A soft crashing of passion Silk flown love and maybe A flying dove I'm stuck in my head At least I can say ... I'm left to be with the company Of my poetry. ( Crow Cries)