Captive of my own “Passion”

Where does it come from the deep expression from the recesses of the heart? 

The essence of being life’s start 

Earth, wind and fire of human desire seated in passion producer of incredible art…

Bench mark setter of standards you know when it’s present and when it isn’t 

To maintain truly the goal of reaching ones level 

Strive in the art for the art not the fame

 I’m reloaded again let me take aim… what’s on the menu

Inspirations source of the day frustration, anger, love, happiness or pain 

Energy channeled to be felt expressions paint pictures upon the heart and move the brain 

Emotions felt words the most powerful force upon matter

Mind over 

Exploration to discovery deep space rover 

Infinite the minds depth light years everything including thoughts travel 

Thoughts silent words floating around waiting take hold arrange rearrange or in my case scattered brained…

At any given time a stream comes thoughts making their rounds in orbit vast space existence limitless romanticized it gives heat to foreheads perspiration forms from passionate words exhausting it drains

every ounce whenever released gathered again each time a new dose… 

From a new source constantly renewing itself its literal definition & overbearing power…

The action 

Transcending the physical depiction 

Into the realm of the spiritual connections made without physical touch…

Universal acceptance bridges gaps common emotions felt in heightened moments…

Creative concepts put forward abstract self-interpretation of premise to each individual it reaches…but it has its owner

Priceless of course masterpieces the prize 

Off the wall moon walk Michael mesmerized

Delivered to the inner hear out stretches time it enters the abyss perception and understanding when it reaches its heights uplifting energizing, motivating it is a gift 

Mastery Of wisdom in words the symphony plays harmonic it resonates vibration the consequence rhythmically unfolds each time its read 

Passion an energy playing both sides of the fence 

Love or hate it has no defense

all in or out while your temporarily possessed blinding its overpowering focus it writes itself… the pen leads me as I follow helpless captive until it runs its course…no alternative when it seeks an outlet… slave to it held until it depletes…restless

 Sayyar Isma’il Swift poem, “passion” copyright 2014®


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Author/Poet grew up to U.S.born parents but me myself not born in the U.S. Al-Maghib (Morocco) is home I like to think that we all aren't bad HUMAN BEINGS...and express myself openly mainly through poetry Confined to reality...I write about experiences, current affairs, political science & historical views with researched detail (is always the aim)... I don't seek to tear anyone or any particular group down...instead re-build falsehood on truth. Insha'allah in the process people will find something good in my work and that for me is enough...

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