Distorted imagery

You see me
As internet celebrity,
With no sign of lifestyle
Truth in chains.
Not one person
Really knowing me,
Hidden behind an easy profile.
According to you,
Written with naught
But imagination and lies.

Could it be?
that it’s you who
doesn’t see?
Who does not know
The real me?
quietly hiding,
From what you never
Tried to see.
Deeply imbedded
Within us.

Each  of my poems
was written,
From the
darkness within
The soul .

Though some
Can prose,
Flowers and glows,
Many just don’t know
Why and how.

No soul
Unspoiled,
Tainted,
Passes through
Poems muse,
Unburdened.

Each path
A choice,
Each soul,
A voice.

Speak,
In line,
In verse.
Hold back nothing.