For This Is What Makes A Poet Write (Daniel aka Imagi Mana & WindSong)

I can see colors of red, blue and green
when I paint my canvas of life's fading dreams.

I see clouds of white with all seeing eyes
and the sky of blue which teases me.

I see tree's of green some brown too
with roots hidden from my view;

For this is what makes a poet write.

I hear airplanes flying over my head
their silver wings taking people to another dream.

I hear sadness in the world the baby's cry
for a mother they may never know or hold.

I hear dogs baying in the moonlight
for maybe they are lonely too

For this is what makes a poet write

I feel the cold winter press
against my skin.

I feel the world in dismay
as the demons from hell take souls in their care.

For this is what makes a poet write.

I taste forbidden dreams
as they leave a liquid dew on my tongue.

I taste a magical world
of dragons and unicorns

For this is what makes the poet write. WindSong

I see a different beauty of humanity and nature that create life. In my inner thoughts, I see things differently, imaginatively, that makes me create. I see women blooming beautifully and lovely like colorful flowers.

     For this is what makes a Poet write

I hear different genre of melodies and instruments. Melodies and instruments are violent, smooth, heavy, and slow. I hear voices that sound like melodies and instruments, except they have no beat. Only rhythm of their voices. Very poetic.

     For this is what makes a Poet write

I feel her smoothed, naked ebony skin every time I cuddled her passionately and sensually. As a Poet, I feel more of a Poetic Journalist, just the way I create my Poetry, words and pictures like a magazine.

     For this is what makes a Poet write

I taste her rich, chocolate lips. Then I taste her more that is deeper inside her beauty. Daniel aka Imagi Mana