If you're right, write Even if you're wrong, write If you're free, write Even if you're busy, find time to write
Write cos it's your right Write cos you need no rite to write Write cos you have the ability to write And that's enough to begin to write
Write when it's boring Write when it's interesting Write when it's indescribable So in any situation, just write
Write the past Write the future Write the real Write your imagination
What you write will remind you What you write may inspire you
So I write... Just write
Wrote this for a poet friend who waits for the right moment to write a piece though having a lot of beautiful ideas but a little number of pieces. I say, just write any idea that comes to mind as far as it hurts no one or is criminal. At times, by that moment you call the "right time" comes, you may even forget what you wish to write about.
Leaves fell amidst snow's descent Leaves grew under sun's ascent Times changed and memories faded Times changed and I grew jaded
I was always concerned am I left behind will I yet grow more is the deadline due when will she get here I am so **** late I am so fed up there's so much on my plate
I blew a fuse my bell was rung my clock ran out there loads the gun but before I go I ask of time what is your name what have I done?
A gentle touch an eve of peace a staircase looms a wreath of fleece adorns me now I make a vow to see what waits 'pon yonder bow it held my hand and took me hence to arid peak to distant land and there I saw them low and weary stooping dreary sorrowed teary
I said can't they see! They need but wait for their sorrows will end by time it will be sate and satan's hold his clutch will loose they shall be free like airborne goose but I saw myself then like roast on the table Thanksgiving dinner feast for the sinner of course they're broken of course they don't know because time waits for no man man waits for time...
Another journey to far-flung ages where machines roam free and lords are sages people commune in a peace distilled from forgotten wars from absence of pills I saw them congregate like ants in a colony working in unison for each other's grace and there was a feeling like waking from dreaming how timeless it all was where peace was manifest
But just like that I was pulled from the panacea from the vision of victory from the dawn of destiny a saw pain as prophecy I saw pleasure as peasantry I saw passion as poetry I saw power as illusion I saw my struggles as choice I saw my misery as vice I saw my vices as voices voting down my ambitions undermining my plans I then strove for strength I then fought for freedom I then stood for salvation I found the purpose I'd always run from and it was then that I heard the voice of time
It said you are my name and you shall wait no longer for you wait for no man you are man no more you are an agent of change and the future is yours!
I'll just leave it there. Felt some peace from that write. I hope you all felt it, too.