How to explain my poems ©
By Ben Bustillo – Prohibited its reproduction To unite some phrases that can carry some love or some hate, To say off a few things the way I perceive Seen with the eyes of an old errand soul, Felt with a flow of sentiments converted to words… It takes me a few minutes no more than three times ten, To get a stream of words that could rhyme or not, I feel the silence around once they are told, Did I say it right, did I say it wrong? At times, I feel the need to say I am sorry, I did not mean to make you feel that way, They are words that flow in place After sitting in a brain cell for a moment or two, I think they are formed to express a belief, Whether they are fired with venom or passionated love, They come out of me, To say what I need… A poem might say what its writer might think, A purview of pictures transformed to reflexions, Sometimes, I feel good because I unloaded myself, Some other ones confused, did I offend anyone? ...