Love lost,gone sour or never have been won,
These are but some of the fuels to this inspired writings,
Attraction,lust,want and greed,
They are the deadlier of this motivators.
Some write because of Love or the lack of it,
Others for fame or in search of it,
While others to educate or pass on a message,
Fewer are those who do it for all the above.
Inspiration,whether positive or negative,
Real or Imagined,captivating or dormant,
Is the spring of creative,interesting and
meaningful art work.
Loss of which renders an artist impotent,
critically ill and admitted in the IACU-intensive art care unit
I have awoken from the coma that had grasped me,
Many unfinished pieces etched in ma mind,
Too many distractions pulling me behind,
I tried and tried,i succeed at last.
The mental block,demolished at last,
let me quench my readers thirst,
Ignite their search for such pure
literal works.
The quest is on,hold on to your saddle,
The ride mighty be a bit bumpy,
Its all part of the experience,
watch this space........
