Friday, September 2, 2011

Never could draw

Always wanted to draw with the pen,
paint or lead..
the thoughts on the pad wouldnt match -
what was in the head..


like a sliver
in my nail bed..

radio box

bumping rail..6ft under
on my sunday reg..

up all night..
seeing with the eyes red..


while the instrumentals played
over again..over again..

the beat sang into my ear..
with a discreet whisper..

the first lines i dropped
was nothing i was too into..

copying formats to fit
my thoughts thru a view-
with a #2 pencil..

page upon page..
jotting down thoughts
for days..
thinking its more than just a phaze...

the reason for sanity,the reason for craze..

craving the challenge..
creating a cage
out of uniting phrases that wind tight
like weaving mazes-
with no end in sight
from a noisy place
drenched in silence..

Gripping the thoughts now
with every sentence..i'm so assertive..

a pure purpose..

drawing worlds with words
just so focused..

publishing poems
now:.. with binary..electronic.. circuits..

leaving the the moleskins

a voice that has kinks
on the brink
ready to surface..
but knowing-
never to force it..

just like when i started..

a blank page and
a thought uncharted..

on a whisp..on a whim..
looking to sing..

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