My Notebook

(My notebook)

Poetry is my love
The notebook is my marriage
A bandage for old and new wounds
Life and its baggage,
Open minded for a new passage,
Just a new sandwich
Of pure heart and creative wordage.

Its a seesaw for me
Of a different language
A new day is mileage
Some cause peace
Some cause damage,
Its a privilege to have a postage
Taking advantage of the mysterious beautiful
Voyage.

I just write,
It brings out a spark
like the stars glowing ever so bright
In the night
Its an adrenaline rush I cant describe it
Its like im in-flight
Poured gasoline
My notebook, my smile
waiting to ignite.

Im gone like a satellite
In outer space  
I go at my own pace,
Sometimes it feels like a race
I chew my breaths
Taking anything I can in
Then spitting it like a king cobra
And the venomous stinging mace.

I give her all my love
and many kisses,
Bringing out the best of me
Like when the wind hisses,
Or a streetlight on a dark road
Taking a long walk,
Looking for a way home.

Its like a maze trying to find its place,
Screaming kissing, pulling  clawing
Its all part of the writers face,
I am humble and grateful to have a gift
I can rhyme, spill and embrace,
Doing me that's the secret of winning the whole race.