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Poety from my mind
To my hands
Flowing like a river
My imagination is free
With rhymes to make the soul shiver.
The pen is a powerful thing
In my hands there is nothing stronger.

Painting like Picasso
Composing like Mozart
My Canvas, the sheet on my desk.
The stream of words is my art,
and my craft.
The words let the mood set.
Bringing what makes the heart float.

Poetry form the depths of me.
Over flowing with passion
Bursting at the seams with powerful emotion, hands dashing in constant motion, it takes the breath from me.

And I breath in new air and new ideas. I turn them around and put them down in and a heat beat, my heat beats, beats to the beat of my poem. Changes the words and the flow but not the tone. To and end that I don’t know, and I don’t know where my time and where my mind go when the thoughts flow.

Poetry it moves me and all that I am.
Soothes me when nothing else can.
Expression in the purest form.
In the heart of the words I am born.
Free is me and free I am.

Poety from my mind
And in my hands
Imagination like an ocean
My imagination is free
Wave and waves of feeling
Rushing, running, racing.
With rhymes to get the soul shaking.

Shywing 2


Be free in the light.

Revel in the flight.

The wings carry
Hold you
And tell all.

The skies are you
The skies are home
The skies are endless.


Live in the light of the sky.
Lead the night to dawn.
Usher in the glory of the Sun.

Be proud of your gift.

Cages can’t hold you.
Chains can’t hold you.
The world can’t hold you.
The skies are where you belong.


Shywing, the Raven of Dawn.

Be who you are.
Your dreams aren’t far.


The light is yours to bring.


Hidden and locked away
The songs of me I hold inside
In the dark lies all the things
I am dying to say…
Dying to say.

Fall in between what I am
And all that I am
The bridge not yet built
Lands not yet known
I want to break the dam…
Break the dam.

Lips pressed shut in defiance
No sounds, no words
I’m burned in the shadows
Fleeting will
Scant desire to spill into view
I can only suffer in silence…
Suffer in silence.

What misery did fate so will to bind?
Sewn into me its unforgiving chill
Lost and without power
Here in my critical hour
I can’t unwind…
I can’t unwind.

Hidden and locked away
The parts of me I hold inside
In the dark lies all the things
I am dying to say…
In the dark all things stay.


Time creeps forward
Seasons change
Leaves fall
And things fade.

Ends begin
Skies hide
And moons cry
There is no life within.

Love is pain
Pain is love
Suffer in sorrow
And cancel tomorrow.

Hope for the best.
But whisper not when sun sets.

The apple rots
With no regrets.

Black to white
Unending gray
No more night
No more day
One last night
No next day.


Poison in my veins
In my lungs
And In my brain.

Warped worlds
Twitsted dreams
The shadow of myself
Watches over me.
I feel insane.

I cannot restrain.

And whimpers
Are Remembering
This pain.

They Stumble
And want end it all.

Their bittersweet call is
Left to crawl through the black valley.

No tears
No cries

On bloody hands and knees.
And no prayers to set a soul at ease.

Forget that I am not.
Forget my all.
My none begins.
This Nothing at all.