I Write Now

Now that I develop the gift of expression What do I write about? Now, creativity succeeds in succession, why do I feel doubt? I don't know how to write about trees but I write about poetry with progressive ease. I want to know all forms and they all tease To write about poetry and some old oak trees. It's the passion of Maya Angelou throwing logs on this fire. It's rationing pain Ai's brain and Baraka's new name desired My heart pumps, the pen flies, fingers guide the mind to speak aloud, flowing rivers of simple/complicated facts, page ridden, with the intensity to hike Denali. My blood the Nile, earth and rock lead as gravity, my heart, pumps me to destinations unknown Whether up or down or all around my body explores writing... exploring how it circulates inside of me to keep me alive... a creators way to strive and thrive I love to write whether its wrong or right I don't know how but I write now and I pray the gift of knowledge repents for me to God, acting as Jesus saying, "forgive him because he made it to where he is is where he's supposed to be..." I'm here, writing, learning to write esteemed by my constant effort to speak... shamed by the amount of time that it took me to get here...and only comforted when I am in the process of doing it. it... IT... I love doing IT!!! Ha! Make love to me poetry, or rough me up with conviction but never leave me... retrieve me and lead me to a place where I am everyday as you do write now. I'm just starting with you poetry but I must read now to feed now gravity's leading the circulating river's of my blood to bring oxygen to my brain so I can say/write: I love you page and pen.