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?

When I spit the poisonous rays coming from rage,

When I lay a bed of flowers of very kind terms,

I know what I did; I thought I did well,

But the silence of others make me believe,

Did I say it all right, did not come out that well?

Rarely do I go back once it is done,

To review what the spirit meant to draw in words,

Well said or badly done,

Those are the expressions of a poet in trance…