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..

stuck..

like a sliver

splintered..

in my nail bed..

radio box

bumping rail..6ft under

on my sunday reg..

up all night..

seeing with the eyes red..

gleam..glazed..

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

..ageless..

..timeless..

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 inks..in the moleskins

practicing-

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..