Motivation

Now that I killed 
the cat, I know.
Your crystal-diamond look:
My opium, my dope.

Now that I told you,
The words can't stop
Flowing and oozing.
Like that volcano of a century.

You are now to me:
My axis, my epicenter.
You remain that dream
with Joseph's absence.

I still am fascinated.
Running short of words 
was never part of the deal.
One things stands out:
I found my ribs.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2012

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Agustin Avatar
March 31, 2024 at 7:12 AM
Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.
A   Avatar
February 7, 2016 at 1:02 PM
Roland Anye, Enjoyed the way you expressed every line. Please keep writing and sharing you're poetry. LOVE LINDA
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November 15, 2015 at 10:57 PM
Roland, I really enjoyed this poem thanks for sharing **SKAT**
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