This is why it is important to write – to not write would dam up the words until they turn into concrete and sink the soul.

It is fun to write, and with the modern keyboard and such silliness as ‘spell check’ wowee, fun.

There is so much bottled up inside…Pictures, stories, poems. I think I could write twenty-four hours a day forever and never even start to release what’s inside.

Today the weather was a bit cool and my lazy ass was going to work outside but that is what ‘tomorrow’ is for.

One of the things most enjoyable to write is poetry. In the last piece of writing there was made mention of just what is happiness so the same question could also apply, what is poetry?

For me it is the pure language of the soul. Simple. It is words put to what is inside and since what is inside is endless, what better way to spend the time than to compose something. I wonder what will spill out? Guess I’ll find out.

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The Change

 

Looking into a mirror and seeing nothing but reflection

Looking glass smooth, thin; hiding what lay behind the frame

Held by wire this world of weight by a small single nail.

 

Hammered with force, driven deep, to hang shimmering for as long as the wall shall speak

Dust to cover, sun to glare, moon to glow, curtains to cover

what is there to see.

 

Once a boy

Once a man

Now replaced.

 

A shadow slinking between

Crack visible now, a chip in the scene

Mirror showing nothing more than past dreams.