Writers block


Writer’s Block

I want to write, I need to write, but the words escape me
The pen begins to speak,
“It is the heart not you who makes me”
I begin to plead…
“I really need this written,
I don’t have time for you to be smitten ”
My pen replies,
“Do you not know we create art and when I say we I mean pen and heart”
I quickly reply
“Of course I realize!”
The pen interrupts,
“Well it seems you don’t understand,
it’s not about your plan.
It is about capturing an emotion
so where ever did you get this notion”
I interrupt screaming,
“I understand all that, I get the deeper meaning!”
The pen calmly interjects,
“No… No you don’t you don’t understand at all.
If so, you would know that I answer to a higher call.
I amount to more than your weekly blog post.
I am the soul’s host, the emotions’ usher.
I am what causes a man to push further.
So if you think that you can make me jump;
Then by all means try all you want.
Your force is evident
Delivering a lack luster performance to put forth your weekly regiment”
Saddness and embarassment sweep my face
“I apologize my dear pen forgive my mistake.
I had forgotten it is not I but the heart that creates”

Silence


Silence

I am afraid to sit in silence
I run from the quiet
The fear of letting my mind drift
Where would it land in the abyss
I fear that darkness
It is one I haven’t been able to harness
The questioning of all that I believe
The wondering if the person I am is really me
Or better yet, the person I should be
I don’t find peace in quiet
The quiet…
is where my thoughts begin to riot.

My Own Dali


My Own Dali

A Salvador Dali view of time
I’m lost in my own mind
Some times a second feels like an hour, an hour like a year
Other moments, a year feels like a minute and death is near
Trapped in the epitome of my own insanity
How can I understand anything amongst the calamity
Yet, somehow soothing is your essence
It takes no more than your presence
It’s like you do some magical séance
To bring calming spirits I thought long ago lost in the chaos
Woman, you are something
Amazing how you don’t see the man I am but the one I becoming

The Pen and I


The Pen and I

I look at you and so many ideas come to mind
All of them making you my accomplice to defying time
Doing something that few men have done
Winning a battle that was not meant to be won
Pen, you will help me live for ever
We shall bring together the alphabet
Not creating mere words that would be adequate
Together we will change expectations
Painting vivid images with our creations
Words will mirror brush strokes
The readers’, raw emotion we shall evoke
People don’t remember words they remember a feeling
So to the heart we must be appealing
I say to you my paper and pen
Let our journey begin
Putting  fate in the palm of the hand
I vow, there is no death for this paper, pen, and man