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
Copyright © Darren J Mcmurray | Year Posted 2008
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