Matter's of the Mind

Matter of factly nothing comes free
real challenges become harder to find
A blind poet in need for all to see
creating emotion within confines

Nothing we feel can be a simple line
or ever learned with out some earned life
Dancing upon the pages confines
words plucked from a black-hole of strife

My Playground littered with sharp knives
each with it own disclaimer attached
Jump at your own risk, beware of the lies 
and remember to not light your own match

Passion burns as a will beyond divine
Lessons learned, is Matter of the mind


Julie

D.D.

1/4/10

Spenserian Sonnet.
10 syllables per line.
ABAB BCBC CDCD EE.