Poeta y Poetisa
There is no crimson signature
Escritor
You’re beholden to thine self-alone
The parchment is empty unbound
So fill it
Bleed for the words
Love for the memories
Laugh for the pain
Should you stumble?
Rise from the dust
Do it again
Embrace yourself and all who need love
Did I mention laugh for the pain?
I did?
Then laugh again
Take every chance you dare
Run don’t walk
Life is good but hardly fair
Set blot to parchment
Ignore those who think you a pox
We are the shakers
Thinkers outside the box
Let your spirit learn
Forget luke warm
Better to burn
See the love and the glory
See the hidden story
Watch the rage
Make the world turn
Fill the page!!!
© Michael James Garland 09/06/2016
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