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
