Writing

I am sitting here with my pen Wondering what to write Don’t want to think of the topic Or the subject of love tonight Some say I write about love to much It’s in most of my poems Some thinks it’s my own emotions And I pure my feelings into them Yes some times to write a poem You have to put your heart into it And then fiction and reality blends Like a colorful sweater being knit When any one read my poems I like to leave them thinking after So I write from many sides of life Fill with tears, love and laughter So today I won’t write about love I think I will give it a rest There are a lot more important topics Maybe I can try to address But the only thing that comes to mind Is the woman that I’m crazy about? Her beautiful smile, her starry eyes And sweet voice from her cute mouth My heart melts every time I see her And like a wave she swept me away And she glows brighter than the moon Over the beautiful maracas bay Oh sorry, I’m writing about love again It’s just so hard to not think of her But Let me stop this poem now And get a next sheet of paper Maybe I will write a song With a nice melody to get you hook And look for some pictures for it And later post on face book Or I could write about la romaine By my cousins teddy, bobby and daughter Hanging out, playing cricket and football And helping my aunt sell by the cinema Or about our times in Indian trail Going in the bush for grapefruit to eat Or when all the kids come to marabella To spend holidays on ramsamooj street Or write about learning tailoring By ram mohess tailoring on Lord Street And when ram send me by takoor, s To buy bake and beef for the workers to eat And its where I meet my best friends Derek, jacks, Carl, gangadeen Then Derek stop going to parties Join Hare Krishna and shave his head clean But I can’t stop thinking of her And I just want to write of the love I feel And I will blend in fiction with reality So no one can tell which part is real