Who needs ears when page will suffice,
with page, brain thoughts melt like ice?
Its water flows over flat plain,
gathers as moisture and falls like rain.
I storm shower words out like flood,
cut open wound run word blood.
Most of our peers do tell,
write about lifes heaven and hell.
As I read others words of ink,
rivers in flow expression I do drink.
Motivated in mind by peers,
out flows expression to meet page ears.
In poetic communication I'm captured,
write in page prison raptured.
Do tell becomes watch that express,
reveal too much please don't confess.
Diarrhea of the page please don't do,
to yours truly please remain true .
Do tell,
write a spell,
avoid overkill,
enjoy word thrill.
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wrote from the guided hand.
Directed who knows where,
but for sure the word will be there.
Resting in word space,
dealing a duce or flipping an ace.
Not a deck of cards,
but expression from true hearts.
True hearts that speak from soul,
writing out stories told.
Stories of life in words,
out on a parking lot feeding the birds,
roaming the plains with the buffalo herds.
And man stands alone,
either got a soul or heart of stone,
some want to swing fist, pick the bone,
still sat high on word throne.
Me, I'm just I,
be this way even after I die.
No need to be selfish with the pie,
slice it up, share this food,
I love an all around good mood.
I'm telling what I want,
wording out some I don't.
Oh sure, I tell a lot,
at times my word does get hot.
Burns my finger tips,
spins my mind on trips.
Life is my plateau,
this means I word stew.
If it involves living concern,
so goes my word burn.
Flame to torch,
word burn scorch.
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Love Tinka