The Campus

Fingers of the mundane release their grasp,
Passive thoughts flicker to a bright red glow;
The heart unplugged endeavors to beat its own,
Poetic juices then begin to flow.
When that primeval fire ablaze the eyes,
The moonlight saturates the sky like London Fog;
When Flowers bloom in spring amidst her prime,
When snow descends like lakes on fallen logs.
Green Hills, winding rivers, lush valleys,
The awe-inspiring beauty of space;
Picturesque sunsets on untouched beaches,
The wind and rain of thunderstorms that graces my face.
Cherry blossoms in Japan,
The passion the heat, the hurt;
Exotic tropical fish of Thailand,
They ink my pen, stains the pad, making life what it's worth.
The optimistic excitement of falling in love,
Our fears, concerns, reserves;
The songs he writes, the thoughts she thinks; desire,
The poignant power exuding from our words.
R&B, slow jams, the classics,
Making out, kisses against my face in the dark;
Horticulture, sketching, painting, impressionist art,
Revives my soul igniting that poetic spark.
Futurism, escapism, existentialist themes,
Metamorphic symphony, lyrical profundity;
Life's ups and downs, unpredictable causality,
Weave their web of words from deep within my dreams.
"They say a picture's worth a thousand words
But inspiration's worth its millions"
So I'll let loose and let love be,
Let life's passion set my soul afire;
And as fate plants poetic seeds,
I'll count myself lucky to be inspired.

-- Anston Roberts

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