Writing is a passion without mortal bounds,
forever burning a perceptive illusion
upon the realms of reality so profound,
searching endlessly for an enlighten conclusion.
A canvas composed of picturesque speech,
articulately chosen words of explicit design,
generating visions of distinction beyond reach,
encompassing both past and presence defined.
Unlocking the treasures of one’s immortal soul,
while securing the depths of humanity’s inequity
for fidelity is not realized without an exacting toll,
portraying totality will symbolically enlist equity.
Create imagines within you heart, never your mind,
for it is from there, your envisions can be inscribed
eternally echoing within the corridors of time,
upon perpetual parchment never to be confined.
Words of beauty, power, and despair to behold,
mesmerizing the intrepidity, the soul to capture,
casting spirits as mystical stories before us unfold
tantalizing embracing the magnificence and rapture.
Nice Work Samuel I enjoyed it vey much, thank you for sharing it!
~Nikki~
Reviewed by Tien Avielle (Reader)
Reviewed on January 6, 2003
wonderful write on writing ! - especially passages three and four.
Reviewed by La Belle Rouge (Reader)
Reviewed on January 6, 2003
I enjoyed this very much, Samuel.
Reviewed by na na (Reader)
Reviewed on January 6, 2003
We weave the words, and our words can be so beautiful or very ugly. They can have perfect flow, or be like the choppy seas. These words you write are intense and make me think. So I write this comment. Bill Murray
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~Nikki~