Blossom

Hidden within the depths of your pocket
You grab onto your pen like a plug to a socket
As a way to focus on life to know when
Inspiration consumes you and its time to write again.
When you open your heart you open your mind
Unlimited energy within you, you find
That when you do inspiration is easily sought
Now strike while the irons hot.
In a world thats suffocated by consternation
Consideration is given to infinite inspiration
Strange desolate faces plodding on the street
To the salivating pleasure of ternasco meat.
We are our own creation yearning for liberation
A chance to be free from pain
blossom like a carnation.
Realise that what we have today may be lost
Live for the day smile without any cost.
You are not some game so dont be played
Confront the venemous beasts dont be afraid.
Save money, theres a reason piggy banks are cute
Be so happy to put money in that chute.
Sadly there will be rainy days
You gotta be happy with your loot.
The paper we earn and yearn is the poison fruit
Prosper on the highway or go down a murky route.
Tell the truth, be honest and discrete
Dont divulge your mind in dark denials
Wilting as a person the walking deceased
So indulge in truth stand tall for miles and miles.
You are a biome a community of complex cells
A great individual with inate potential to excel
in anything if you channel the energy
required to propel you towards your destiny.
In the depths of your pocket lies a pen
Harnessing you to speak your mind.
When that stream of energy flows within
Start writing from the inspiration you find.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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February 21, 2018 at 2:00 PM
I enjoyed your rhyme and message. You kept it upbeat throughout the flow with much to inspire others. Don't let a lack of comments dismay your pen, for if words call you, the call is real and like any environment of people there are personalities aplenty reading and not reading for various personally-aimed reasons; not good or bad, just true. Seems to me you've scrambled for pen & paper a time or two in your life, surely there's a reason. Be blessed ... CayCay
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