I've been writing this novel
For a long time
As long
As I have
Been alive
Centered in lead
Scratching on paper
Cursively engaging
Building in plot
Filling in the margins
With side machinations
Occasionally
Pausing
Lingering on a particular line
While taking the care to design
A bookmark
(Bookmarks
Those crafty place keepers
Designed in paint and pen ink
Thicker than page
Indenting the chapter
Permanently altering
The binding)
Ornanate slips of cardstock
Decorated
In delicate flourish
Complex mandellas
Sacred geometric design
This novel I am writing
It's leafs dogtoothed
Still awaiting it's leather
Porcupined and thickened throughout
Promises
To be the intrigue of a lifetime
If only for the art itself

(JL)

If it was possible
To walk in the footsteps of man
Whose shoes would I like to wear
I,ll tell you if I can

There,s so many I admire
It's really hard to say
Can I live a million years
And wear a different pair each day

I think first I,d wear mandellas
Such an unselfish man
To give up 28 years of freedom
So we could understand

Then I,d wear Martin luthers
For I also have a dream
For peace and unity
To be life's only scheme

Then I,d wear Elvis,s
The rock and roll king
His songs had so much meaning
And I,d really love to sing

Maybe Florence nightingales
The lady with the lamp
The nurse of all
The saviour the champ

Then Neil armstrongs
The moonwalking kind
One small step for man
But a giant for mankind

Maybe John lennons
And yoko Ono,s too
They both strove for love and peace
If only it came true

I could go on forever
Wearing other people's shoes
I wonder if we had the chance
Whose shoes would you choose??????????????