Wet ink - the poems

I remembered (mind)

A sound draped with clarity

Entering through the windows of this room

Calling my eyes to notice

Without conscious knowledge

I intended (heart)

Followed, movement

With unknown conscience

Listening, the call is

knocking to exit the door of this room

A vision clothed in novelty;

The forgotten

in writing...

Everything streams through a cyclical pattern. 

Observe! The deliberate blueprint is for those who read.

Mind you, you might define the Truth.

Ignorance yields nothing.

The Truth is for the conscious and mindful.

Reading through the cyclical is observation. 

Through it, you stream the pattern to everything. 

Five lines to walk through , one strike to surrender 

The first, a testimony with pure intention

Followed by an action of an active conversation 

The Third, an emphasis, focus and starvation

Before giving for blessings, and purification 

The fifth, a journey only by invitation 

One line to go through, four notes in the centre

in writing...

in writing...

in writing...

in writing...

Today I turn a new page. 

New pages are spaces for light, hope and the writer's darkness. 

The dark heaviness propels the pen forward. 

Every sentence rakes the writer's heart of what it was served.

Every word sheds off a layers to a path of trust.

And if I could get my heart to shed one honest tear for You, 

Would I have begun the journey?

Full of light and hope,

and pursposeful darkness

Today I turn a new page. 

in writing...