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

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

Coal

Cyber-sex began on pen and pad
Whose mental is on point
Like gift of gab
Yet exact as gentle
The deepest sentimental
Foreplay with the dental
Manifest with the pencil
Tongues be the stencil
Thoughts spark the kindle
While separated in limbo
It's suitable unrootable
Beautiful yet unusual

O.N.E.I.
copyright 2000

My Mind

whats on my mind and in my mind i wouldnt mind saying
only if the words could stop this world from morally decaying
reduce the mind game playing
reintroduce spirituality and cease mindless praying
if only the verbs strung together could keep on conveying
whats on my mind and in my mind i wouldnt mind saying

the heaviness in my mind upsets the cosmos
causing most to host a dose of some of me
yet not all and i call out to like minds
to bind the time
lost in a space that never existed
yet i can't resist it in case
you paused i stand right fisted for all in all
whats on my mind i find deep dark crimes outlined
in orange and blue hues
using my tools i dig and share and blog and tware
i mean twit and hit and comment on shit
that don't even matter because its gray
in my mind i am behind the nine
inhaling a line puffing a dime sipping the
sweetness of the vine
buying carpeted pine boxes
while lying with foxes its toxic
my mind

By O.N.E.I.
copyright 2009