Creatures

It’s the sounds of thoughts that roar in your brain,
they become as natural cataclysmic forces,
felt like lightning, earthquakes or tidal waves
or they come as a prowling, savage lion
who shudders your senses with his rage.

Each reaches to the heart and grabs your throat
until then the creature isn’t born,
the words just lie dormant in your brain,
but the moment they have life,
take possession of your soul and shake you senseless
then they become the muse’s fruit,
a pure, passionate dripping of her honey.

All is the life with power that strikes inside
totally capturing your mind in a moment of time,
utterly gripping all you are,
before they begin to drool across a parchment of page,
sometimes not even happening with your awareness
as fingers glide in strokes from the subconscious.

Which leave their marks for the eyes to see
where you look at them lightheaded and nearly breathless
because it shook and quivered when it came
while you deposited them as part of your essence
so they will rise from that page to snare others
like a savage, hurting beast
who is hungry for attention.