WORDS
i am not without words,
each time they find a place within walls or paper books,
i am with words,
my one weapon to draw my own curtain,
for each are those that die in vain,
that have no words,
that simply do not wish to profess,
words are what come from creation,
a beauty unlike i have never seen,
these are the markings of artists and poets,
for each day i draw a new song,
each day is a new beginning,
years should not be written in graphs or diagrams,
but in forms of lyrical lines,
the dust may fall and winters may cool the ever-ending heat,
in the end words are what we utter last.
I wanted to share a new poem that I just created after hearing Nikky Finney who won the National Book in Poetry 2011.
I was empowered by her acceptance speech. Her tone of poetic inclinations is something that is not heard enough. Also,
I am have been reading a lot of Robert Pinsky and his views on culture. I am returning to my roots while still empowering those that I meet. Thats poetry!
I will be out for two weeks in Sac and San Fran; hanging out with good people and creating new art as always :)
Enjoy the good life
