Darkroom Of My Mind Poem by Ivan Brooks Sr
Darkroom Of My Mind
The world's gone mad but my mind is made up
Time to let ya'll into the darkroom of my mind
A place where I'm referee of a poetic world cup
This where I am creative even though I'm blind
Don't get me wrong I am not leaving from town
No more radio orTV saturated with very sad news
I have got enough breaking news of my very own
Breaking to me each and every moment as it brews
Come and meet the hard drive of my creative doom
That contains my beautiful and liberated mind
Welcome to my one bright side I call my darkroom
This where I feign affection to know who is kind.
You have to know that I always act blind but I see
In my mind I can walk stack naked and levitate
My mind is where I remain totally black and free
Come join me set my poetic dial and help me activate
The code that will outshine any power on this earth
My mind is where I live and where nobody has access
Here I can run a poetic marathon without taking breath
Call it my playground and intellectual fortress.
My mind is deep, a place of absolute calm and refuge
Somewhere I will always see as the final frontier
It is dangerous and toxic like a nuclear centrifuge
In there I am all alert and vigilant like a soldier
My mind is a darkroom where I give birth to new ideas
A vessel and place in which I gather loose letters
It is my holy land of thoughts, my own creative judea
Where each idea is sacred and light as bird feathers.
Welcome, this is the epicenter of my creative mind
This is where I turn loose letters into spoken words
A frontline of creativity where no one leaves behind
Come and see where all words becomes useful swords
My mind produce powerful words like some light beams
Courageous and powerful words for extra motivation
Spoken Words that will light up people's faded dreams
Now you know that up in my mind are no limitation
There exists an enormous capacity of time and space
Welcome one, welcome all to the darkroom of my mind
Take a seat and be calm, be quiet this is my place
For this here is my personal creative post of command.
This is a very beautiful piece that is relatable to everyone. Thanks for sharing.
Thans Poet.Kindly read my poem''Hello Mama Africa''..Hello Mama liberia''..
Wonderful.. Philosophical piece as we all have a Darkroom in our minds but only some can Control it! ! Thank you for sharing Ivan!
Siddartha, thanks for always putting in some word...Kindly read '' God And Man ''- '' Life Is A Poetry
The darkroom of my mind is my personal creative post of command...my holyland of thoughts where I process loose letters that I turn to spoken words...Here I popped like a poetic dynamite and delivered beyond my own expectation....Welcome to the darkroom of my mind!
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5/1/2024 4:14:34 AM # 1.0.0.1119
this is the epicenter of my creative mind This is where I turn loose letters into spoken words A frontline of creativity where no one leaves behind Come and see where all words becomes useful swords. you are very creative dear poet. love your poem. tony