Consciously created imagery is all I need
To inspire my own style of poetry
Touching on many different form
And layer of my own spirituality
I don’t seek approval though I appreciate it
Gratitude shown is the key to this
I could never let my ego dictate anything
I stay humble as I consciously live
In a state of awakening
From dawn to dusk
Always seeking to spread the word of love
I don’t think this can get boring
Of love we can not get enough
And seeking ways to find peace
Finding solutions to violence and hatred
Of this I find no need
As I let my ink flow as if I bleed in sympathy
For subjected to war and death
Those of a stolen breath
My poetry seeks to highlight this
It would be shameful and remiss
Not speak out about the wrongs in life
To try and offer people some hope of light
I think of their suffering day and night
Yet I still see the beauty in spite of this
I still dream of two lovers first kiss
I still dream of reaching for the stars
And partying all night is cosmic bars.
My imagination has little bounds
And maybe some disapprove and some my frown
Some say I write like an illiterate clown
But hey who cares when I am getting the words down
Spilling my ink upon the page
In peace and love in conscious ways
All I try to do is resonate in any way
With those who choose to read my poetry each day.
fauxcroft 
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