Penmanship

PENMANSHIP

I am touching you again

Not knowing how to hold you or what to say.

It’s all cramped up, packed away

I thought I’d lost you or you went astray

I find myself touching you,

Again,

In some strange way possible a sin

Lookin’ to hold you

Addicted to THE PEN.

Secondary is paper as a long lost friend

I continue to bend consonants to no end

Vowel I’ll do my best with enunciation

Vowing commitment to my occupation

Calling!

If I must say so myself.

Witnessing poetry books stored on the shelf

Uneducated in the science, thru GREATER ALLIANCE

I still write despite my electric fence defiance

Slash-mental blocks words lock ink filled jots control my mind.

Life hands in the balance escaping time

Transforming trance of the DIVINE.

Entering my soul as colorful rhyme

Cadence is rhythm manifesting as hymn

THE PEN

Produces

The snaps, the applause, the yes-yes ya’lls

From gray cloud skies eloquence does fall.

Inspiring hues of blues and deepening blacks.

Allows me to decrease these demons on my back

Desperate in all attempts I twist and spin

Never relinquishing the Power of THE PEN.

o.n.e.i.
copyright 2005

Y-'all Write

Some of y'all write to excite Write to shed light
Onto a situation at night
Write to fight
write to ignite the spark in the plight
Write to feel good
write cause they should
Write to feed famished brains food
Write to be cool write to fool w
rite to share knowledgeOr take some to school
write preschool
Write dissertation animation
Write plain or complication
Write to bond or free your mind
You me write
for we be
Writing for rights
Reciting all night so your soul can get right
Write tight like chorus line
Girls write to tell the woes
of lifeBoys write 'bout girls
We write each other until we earl
Write to save a life write to ease strife
Write to right all thats gone left
Rites of passage
Writings of massive movements
We write to gripe get a grip and writeUntil blurry in sight
so who right
When we write dynamite
Alright

O.N.E.I.
copyright 2001

Seeded Grapes

Vibes are the vine to divine intertwine,
like a spine an invisible line,
an indivisible kind.
But not visible to the naked eye separated in parts,
something like the heart
each has its own duty
tryin' to reach its mark.
On course of course like light and dark.
Emotion, energy, synergy creating bark or skin
like trees the breeze nature's within.
Be alive not survive, rhythms and vibes.
Listen closely let it be your Guide.

O.N.E.I.

copyright 2001

o.n.e.i.
copyright 2000