I do not write to pay my bills
or adorn my skin in jewels.
I weary away from the mundane
and pen throughout the verse.
I see you; eyes wide
starving for thrill and adventure.
I ease your faminee; my words illustrious
in your mind.
I want you to smell the musk of the Sahara;
to feel the radiaton of the barren sun rays.
I want you to swim amongst coral reefs
as colorful as a rainbow incarnate.
I want you to brush the dew from your lashes,
and stroll through the canopies of the woodlands;
to confront the sinisters of evil and embrace
the heart of the warrior.
I want you to feel the warmth of a maiden’s kiss,
to envoke your heart in wonder
and then gasp as it shatters like porcelin.
I want you to morn the loss of life, and fear Lazarus’s children.
To grow weary of the albatross and the grim;
to place hope in the underdog and fight your way through.
I hope you feel your heart beat with excitement,
and quell with the sorrows of a labored night.
I want you to scream a top the mountains your voice
ehcoing through the valleys along the tired way,
and when you scream I hope your voice booms as
you finally feal alive.
Quite frankly, I want you to pick up a book,
and dive into the adventure.