"True Love"

I search deep inside my thoughts and soul for the words to create.

I crave and yearn for the words to write. 

With my words I'm taken to another place where creativity and expression become the session of my art.

I live for the written word to open aspects of my mind I might not otherwise find.

I watch as these words begin to flow across this page unleashing subtle rage wisdom beginning to grow.

I hide behind the words I write as a means to show my depth and sensitivity or to find some objectivity. 

I cry these words with tears of fears that my voice is still not really being heard.

I hold them next to me tight for without them I grow silent and cannot speak up to become defiant.

I express these words in my way which is any other way that might be… your way.

These words that become verse tell my story but just to know me without them would not be to truly… know me. 

I breathe these words like the first breath I ever took; eyes open wide to this hook just asking you to look.

Before these words I began to articulate from my tongue I never had a voice to shout my self was in doubt.  Without these words I lived in isolation because the voice it gave me saved me, set me free and raised me. 

Now with my words and rhyme I can insight, empower and drop rain of knowledge to those who grasp this plight.

The expression of love and the feeling itself is defined by a word.

True love for me began with this blank page waiting to be standing on top a stage whether or not the camera will ever be raised.  As I wrote this I inhaled it as if I toked it with my minds elation beginning to float now I can speak this with my tongue and throat.   
                                                                     

 

Copyright © Scott Compton 2004