my inspiration

i gather my inspiration from the people that unsuspectingly amble around, assuming that they are entirely inconspicuous, and that no soul is observing their demeanor, or manners of life and movement. i watch them as they mingle in my observance...

i gather my inspiration from the trees and the grass. their green pigment is the shade of which my heart is scratched in. it's in the birds, the autumn leaves, the haze of dawn, the morning, afternoon and evening skies, and lethargic rainfall to accompany us during the spring...

i gather my inspiration from the kisses they send, whether blown, imagined or experienced. each new chapter to be discovered contrives newly birthed impulse and thought, which becomes my pen's ink. it's in their smiles, and their eyes, the way their hair is invited to dance within the breeze, and their elegant figures in which my eyes find it arduous to no longer attend gaze to. it all is mimicked within my mind, a facsimile put to paper...

i gather my inspiration from the love of God, and His superior creations which complete this earth, His omniscience and His divinity, and His grace. the Word carried down from the ancestry, houses biblical poesy that lit the light of all those who write in rhythmic patterns...

i gather my inspiration from the words which convoy the music of beautiful rumination. the lyrical and the poetic: they reach the ears of the attentive listeners, one of which is me. the presentation of sound, a synonym for release...

i gather my inspiration from these things. now, walk this way to traverse inside my mind...