• VOICES


    I sit down with pen in hand
    Stare at the blank page till im no longer a man
    Till I am God
    Till I relize i have the power to create
    Till I cud sit and read and apreciate amazing life
    Amazing life i wrote
    More insperation
    So I continue to write
    I hear whispers that tell me where
    When
    How
    Fast
    Slow
    But I still contimplate wheter to listen or not
    But they sense indivduality
    And tell me stop
    Convert to the norm
    Come, follow conform
    I still write what I feel
    Ignoring out side infulence
    But they get louder, overbearing, insolent
    So I close my eyes and count to 5
    Forget everything else except similes, metaphors, rhyme
    And then there I find
    There I find deep in my mind
    One divine silent place to rest