soul inked... Part 1

Idle head owns me  
as my mind stutters  
with no particular clear thoughts
of what to write  
as the spirit of all creativity leaves
but when all hope is gone  
i think of few places to hold to
but still out of inspiration-
Just then it pops in my mind
there's awhole place of soul painters
that can paint it all back again
inspire me again
 
dreaming of worlds  
filled with beautiful words
seasoned with love and perfection
surely that could go far enough to buy my attention
along with chocolate coating
I admire the erotic mind
as it reaches me in writings of poetry by Rain1courtel
 
it ends not there
unexpectedly I find myself travelling through masterminds
of reality and fantasy
the lady of poetic justice by name of Magdalena
I and my eye on her dangerous mind
her work is something
something of both worlds- worth to be seen around
wouldnt lie if i said -'I'd gladly wear your mind like a scarf'
 
but I'd only live for someday -battle-zone
with a friend whose mind lives somewhere in Poetry Zones
His paint varies from day to day
and whatever he's gotta say he does that to the finest
-in his own way
whenever he executes he does it perfectly
with plenty colors of honesty  
The sort of guy hell would reject
to all that wishes for challenges
just be careful with what you wish for
-beware of Strider
 
but I just love all beautiful ink
I say to one self before i find myself in fire
one of her own - identity  
-one to grow on  
deeper still her ink moves from many levels of love
with anger and some-love
as she writes about anger management
down to mother lost
her writing is amazing...and curious
but it's not her mistake- curiosity killed the cat- not
after all shes the Firebyrd