Stranger Meeting Me... Creative Internal Realities Poem by Terence George Craddock

another Kiwi
stellar experience

so good to be tuned
into original kiwi

talent sings to me...

but I will not circumvent
out lease verse visions that I see...

poetry is slave bound victory
in time stolen harmony honesty

sincerity that I spell bound ever see
I am a mind choice chosen casualty...

of poetic pelting muse melodies
haunting fibre of my creative realities

my future never one delusional
my cup is overflow running full

of words writ within sealed
me searing my blood beating causalities...

all famed common sense
would will walk away

never enslaved poverty stay
in verse mind fabric fantasies...

all it takes is another felt free poetic thought?
shoot me in my brain my time enslaved forfeit

in control within concrete jungle?
I am ready to rumble with internal jingle

all it takes is random thoughts?
soul is hard fast bought thoughts...

one more poem I must fish hook swallow?
all it takes till new words I must tomorrow

ever swallow ever swallow ever swallow?
in my eternity poetic sealed tomorrow

in control of my emotive poetic verse wordage
sacrifice self on altar of need in heart bound bondage...


Terence George Craddock (Afterglows Echoes Of Starlight)
Copyright © Terence George Craddock