May I borrow your pen?

The one that holds

Genius within

Poking holes

Through many poets

Paper thin skin

Leaking ink

That makes them

Re- think

Their careers

Over again



May I borrow your pen?

The one that holds

The master key

That will unleash

My inner master piece

A sword

With the blood of

Literary casualties

Wounding other writers

Who try to compete

With your awesomeness

…May they rest in peace



May I borrow your pen?

I’ll try to remember

To give it back

But the power

Of the ballpoint

Is something no poet

Should ever lack

I promise

To use its power for good

Anything else would be a sin

So what say you?

Lend to a friend...your inspiration?

…May I borrow your pen?

came you pinkly curving over curving rush
by flaming lipped in sleeping flowers
the aching stem; the caving hush
from easy darkness there sloping towers,

the falls deeply leaning on pelvis *******
moonlight coiling rolls and peaks
a column steaming at each terminal's cleft
whose each glowing timber cloyingly reeks

of my wreak, and the uncarefullest youth
who the stupid *** of creaking motion
is frailty distilled in instant truth
and mocks, by beauty, the immortal ocean

toward ecstatic dying we slowly leap
from the sickled moon where darkness creeps

Lately everything has been speaking to me
it started with the vines along my fence intertwining
I thought of all the paths it took to grow
up to the power line
and all the pieces reaching nothing
and left hanging
dieing
a reflection of the decisions and paths we take
some sending us higher
some leading us astray
never finding our way

The ocean spoke to me next
waving at me so inviting
telling me theres so much more to a surface
another world unexplored worth trying
dangerous and enticing
yet gentle and leaving me weightless
like a new infatuation or the love I'm currently riding

Then I saw the bee
working constantly
carrying the flowers seed
designed to fufill the flowers need
and make sweet honey
perfect for my tea
I realized everything has a purpose
including you and me

Then I saw an old man
at the end of his days
He was a brilliant writer
and would be remembered beyond
his grave
I realized that we are never finished
legends live on and never diminish

Finally I saw the stars
burning bright
millions of them held in the sky
and past them is an infinite space
and I am part of such a small
miraculous place and the world
is my oyster and I am one
of many pearls from the many walks of life
of all these beautiful boys and girls
and the feeling that engulfed me was eternity

I was born in a hole
in a cracked foundation
beneath the surface of the earth
with tiny over grown windows
in which the light of the sun
would come only in small doses
at the time of the waking dawn
through the blades of grass and tiny weeds
that covered its pane and hid the sky from me
as a child I'd chase that tiny stream
of light
that managed to escape somehow to grace me
I would sit in those tiny rays
and taste the world
Finding happiness in something so small
Now I can step out into the sun
but seldom do
my inner child crying as I sleep
steadily through
That moment in which the light had finally found me

Imagine utopia!
Your mind lit up like a christmas tree
unable to hide a single thing
at mercy to the powers that be

Come on were talking telepathy!
A fundamental algorithm indeed
they'll sell it, they'll push it, they'll force it?
guess we'll just have to wait and see

How exciting!
May be we'll be the ones
may be your kids or their kids
but one thing is quite clear

We are all Lab Rats running the wheel.

I feel this undying need
to bring myself to a higher plane
my mind a run away train
that managed to veer off track
only to be redirected
and brought back to center

Peace is the moment we
find our way back
to the path that suits us
and I am sprinting breathlessly
in a desperate attempt to salvage

Once again regaining the strength
to repair and purify
with nothing other than growth in mind
our internal battles are most brutal
but fighting them is surely time well spent
The only war I believe in