Lost Spark

It tears you down; it pulls your teeth,
but never, never allow it to defeat,
your reason and wonder should ward of the heat,
this raging feeling you must work hard to beat.

It will strip you down, make you feel weak,
It will try to distract you from what you seek,
and sometimes make you feel a freak,
yet never, never let your nerve creak.

For you have time to make your mark,
if you find inside your beating heart,
the distant light that will take you through the dark,
so you can shine and find again your spark.

Jealous of Time

Why be so unkind,
And stifle the creative mind.
Why not just unwind,
And let those people have their time.
Or guide them with your know,
Let them flow, and help them grow.
Better to walk along that line,
Let the people have their time.
As jealousy can run rife,
Looking back upon your life.
But this could be a sign,
If you help, it could be your time.

By Poetic Scoundrel

The Search

Searching for the right idea,
Is an exhausting task,
Finding it will make you freer,
Says the shadow behind the mask.
It’s not that ideas are rare,
As they come thick and fast.
It’s finding one you don’t fear,
That will be the one to last.
I’ve searched high and low,
Everywhere from here to there.
Which one will start to flow,
The one that demands the dare.

By Poetic Scoundrel