Beginning And Ending In Poems

Striking the match of intellect, watching fires blaze and expand into other dimensions without a thought of how to put them out. A magnificent and delectable sensation that ends up ful- filling my soul spiritually, time after time, thoughts never entering the picture. Only the after-effects being seen in poetry that I've already written, hoping the world will find some energy and caring from within the center of my heart. Leaving it within every poem that's been written, so quiet and pleasantly tantalizing intellect as I write constantly and incessantly. Nothing to interrupt or stop me ever, only when being finished with the thoughts and ideas that I've written will this pen stop it's incessant movement. Leaving the ink of intellect for others to read, even when I'm gone from this earthly life, beginning and ending in every poem. This mind will leave a little of itself wherever it flows upon pages of my poetry journals, a legacy to my sons to treasure forever and pass on to family.