I have written about obscurity, esteem, love, and anger
Scribbled I did, about values, faith, and even relationships
I have written with people, places and things in ponder
I still dream to copy aspects of untaken, upcoming trips.
Still my inspiration sometimes wanes, and wanders
My fingers no longer communicate with the brain of my creativity
Inspiration grows cold; and negligent just like an abandoned stranger
It has relinquished its power, hold, love, smiles, and time all from me.
Struggle to connect dots, letters, colors, pictures,
A hard-time I find to make designs of class and artistry
Emotional despair like thick clouds stands between brain power and literature
Inspiration like a hot potato has dropped me to decay in verbal misery
No use trying to work the keyboard, even it has refused me space
No use seeking to find some ink, oh that is prehistoric
As if mocking my ever mental effort to rise to a state of grace
Inspiration metaphorically takes me for granted like I’m rhetoric.
Like an addict I will pursue a strong fix or dose
Like a desperate bull, I will fight till my horn breaks
Like a motherless child I will suck my thumb with a finger in my nose
Like a writer, I will restart after crushing many papers – for that’s what it takes
Each time inspiration crosses my mind, I will write
Each time theories desire visibility, for inspiration I will fight
Each time philosophies come by, hungrily I will bite
Stay or go, live or die, hate or love, to inspiration, I have a right!
No matter the circumstances to inspiration, this brainy pen will write…
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Author of two self published books: "What's on Your Mind? - Diary of an Esteemed Woman" and "Moving Out Of The Crowd", both of which can be found on Amazon.com in both Paperback and Kindle versions.
Personally, I strive to be like an eagle soaring above the smallness of the life I once knew. I believe that hard work and determination always produces greatness. Lately, I seek to live by Colossians 1:16, since truthfully this life is not about me at all, but the purpose for which God Himself created me. "Everything starts in Him and finds itself in Him"
As a Youth Development Professional for more than 20 years, my expertise in the field has allowed me to impact many a life throughout that time. This impact goes beyond the young; since, over time various duties of my job demanded that I worked with adults, working professionals in Leadership Development, Conflict Management, Team Dynamics and the likes.
Music is very much part of my journey, so I have also been a Praise and Worship Minister, and a Youth Choir Director for more than eight years, a traditional drummer of the (Tabou Bele), and have written a number of gospel songs over the years. During my tenure as Youth Choir Director, we produced a Gospel Musical Album, which I think in today's standards could have been much better. Who knows, maybe better will come by soon enough. My desire is to build self first, and then others, for I believe no one can give that which he or she lacks.
My love for the sociological aspect of life has earned me a BA in Sociology with a minor concentration in Psychology at the Midwestern State University Texas.
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I.CAN.SO.RELATE!! Sometimes the creative calling has a way of mocking us, doesn’t it? 🙂 I like this ditty of part-poem, part-prose, and how you capture the difficulty writers have at time to harness a consistent creative rhythm. “Fight till the horn breaks!”
Thanks for sharing! I’m digging the new theme as well.
Dear SomerEmpress,
Thank you for the kind comments. Glad you like the theme too. I have struggled to decide on what it should be – Yay that its liked so far. 🙂 Inspiration is a daily need if we are to make it. Luckily, we know to dig deeply within to find it sometimes. I have no rule as far as writing…maybe my style is cursed or probably it is despised by the strict English and language people, but it is my style. 🙂
As time goes by, maybe I will learn to be a little more compliant. 🙂
Be blessed today.