I join the odd contest now and again...but some ONLY write for contests. That's their prerogative, but....don't you just want to write what is in your heart at times without any constraints? Something to think about...
Do you ever write….just to write Just to let your heart explode Into a kaleidoscope of word colors Embellishing the page of someone's life? Does everything have to be a contest? Guided by a theme You forget the dream Of your own magnificent thoughts? Do you ever write…just to write To release that fantasy That prowls around in that gilded cage Not sage Not tamed But that wildness that you keep hidden inside oh so unbridled savage!! Let it go free unleash it for me Write! Write and break the bars of norms and forms Of expected rules and lines Rhymes and syllable straight jacket crimes Oh…do you ever write to let that madness free? Do you ever write…just so you can breathe To let go of pain so deep the scream that tears across the page Primal rage At all who did you wrong Killed and butchered your song Eating you alive Demon cries clothed in sheep words by others Not you Let it be heard That rebel yell From internal hell "cleanse me!" Let your tears drop on the page spent of rage Knowing I will feel empathy symphony of kindred souls Write For YOU Write For ME Write For what will be No contest consternation Just… an disrobing of "spirit's clad in veils" a naked camaraderie we are both the same What a shame To twist and turn And dress to please Someone whose taste may be stale Who knows not how to tease PLEASE Just Write For you Write For me And that contest for NOW Just LET IT BE! I want to see Your naked soul! Eileen Manassian The quotation is from Christopher Cranch's poem, Gnosis...I will share an excerpt of this amazing poem... Gnosis THOUGHT is deeper than all speech, Feeling deeper than all thought: Souls to souls never can teach What unto themselves was taught. We are spirits clad in veils; Man by man was never seen; All our deep communing fails To remove the shadowy screen. Heart to heart was never known; Mind with mind did never meet; We are columns left alone Of a temple once complete. Like the stars that gem the sky, Far apart though seeming near, In our light we scattered lie; All is thus but starlight here. Christopher Cranch So...let's disrobe and undress...without rules...Let's confess. Let our light shine...not scattered but whole...body and soul.
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