As I sit down to write, my muscles ease, feet arrange neatly into place, my fingers at the ready. This is my time, where I will shine with tendrils of arrangements that are written not only for me, but for others, too, I don’t simply write for myself, I have a sense of duty to them, for from within me, like a geyser I expel my truths.
The computer helps you lie, it’s a well-known fact of life, the ability to dance fingertips on keys like the Devil’s never-ending trill. They fly across, a flurry, and suddenly, without me knowing, fiction has taken over, that’s welcome news to me. No more disguising of one’s facts, like bullets shot impolitely, rat-a-tat-tat, [...]
A winter’s sky, weather crisp, sights so blue, I sit outside by the table, drawing my thoughts out, they fly; I peruse. Above and around me, they permeate in the sharp, chilling yet welcome frigidity, floating like pieces of a puzzle, of which only I am arranging. A word here, a phrase [...]
The brightness of the page, glaring in my eyes, a plain lined sheet, a hopeful scene, a winking extreme. The sun shines down, beats down its warm caress, my pen drags along heated paper, pen from pen to pen. The etchings are made, the heavy handedness of my lyrics are forthcoming, and I [...]