By: Tony L. Jefferson, Jr.
As I stand upon this hillside point
Looking out over streams, trees and grass
I feel rejuvenated
Able to tackle the life down below
As I stand above it all
The sun shines down upon my face
Warming
Embracing me with natural love
A few clouds form off to the west
Despair lingers
The cold winds whip through the country side
Oh how I wish
I could take the rays of sun
And offer warmth and happiness
To those oh so cloudy skies
By: Tony L. Jefferson, Jr.
The flow of my pen
The curve of my script
Blends the confusion of thoughts
Expressed by a mad man on a mission
Genius and insanity are kissing cousins
These unique words intertwine in your mind and bend your thought process
They weave a story
They weave a rhyme
Sprawled across a blank page are words
Plucked from the realm of my unconscious
Randomness travels from a neuron to the landscape of paper
Like an artist on a canvas I paint a tapestry with my words
In a trance I write
Hypnotized by the inspirational muse that finds me that day
Emotional
Emotionless
Each feeling draws a verse from the pages in my mind
I laugh at the absurdity of my mind as a book
The greatest story never told
These poems are pages of an unwritten masterpiece
