• as i sit in this chair and ponder what to write .so many words pass threw my head like an endless train. this train passing between my ears. i hear the words makeing sence makeing this poem as i sit in this chair. i see the screen these words apear on. i see the colors of my background and i see the words as i sound them out to the typeing of my fingers on the keyboard that is connected to the tower of this computer. that wich links the monater to the keyboard that makes it posable for me to write this poem .and to see all the work of the poets that pore there heart and soul into what they write. then i think of my friends and how they inspired me to keep trying evey time i went to spoken word at five points .every tuesday night when it was at fuel. now all i have is my train of thought passing between ears makeing so much noise i had to put it into writing just for some piece of mind just to have my brain explode with more things to write. then when i read the worse it is to write to quote a very good friend of mine he said to me once "just open your mind and let the words flow".as i sit in this chair i think of how im going to miss my faverite poet as he travles across contry to prapose to get married .to do what his heart and soul do every time he writes a poem. he care and loves and works . much harder than any one iv ever seen .as i sit here in this chair i ponder what tomarrow will bring.