The Passion Of Creation Poem by anthony fiji

I am smoking the herb outside drinking wine.
Standing i feel the breeze that's when my talent shine.
I reach for my put down and start to rhyme.
Even if i am mad at the world i start to feel just fine.

I feel a rush i love to write.
It feeds my soul gives me a lift.
All the feeling start boiling from inside.
My head full of thoughts it's really a gift.

I start writing with magic i dont hesitate.
I strive in my world my instincts i trust
I don't stop till i feel my desire is complete&straight.
If i don't, i feel lost in the air just like dust.

Everything lights up in my brain its a creation.
My words are like diamonds will last forever&it's a passion.
It's very daring yet shy it's a temptation.
Maybe its my way of releasing my frustration.