Each tap a whisper,
Each stroke a purpose,
Telling their story through many instruments,
That random piece of pencil stuck behind your ear,
Every tool has a strength,
A weakness that fights through each written word,
It`s all there, all done,
Every one discovered,
Every one used,
Only its mysteries are left for you.
Let’s skim through
Some big bound book with hundreds of words
And choose find
The one that fits in every glance
It’s not the same on the other side
Only the pain that bilinguals understand
Why is it there?
But not on the other side?
There’s supporter on one side
But no supporter on the other
It says soutenir .
ideas flowing from gray matter
I can feel it, pulsing-wanting to be let out
How can I? When I can barely write what I think onto paper
from mind to pen pen to paper connections lost
I wish it otherwise, let it fly
Change pens, I have tried
Change books I have tried
Type on slow keyboards, watch as my fingers fumble
what instrument conducts the mind
better than a pen?
Washed in green paint,
Four hills rising from below,
Stroked in indigo paint,
Blotches of blue,
Bits of accidents,
Painted on its surface,
The brush is unsteady,
Each stroke careful,
With each it becomes worse,
The product of too much tampering.
Blank yellow haze chased the blue skies away
Stick your head out the window.
What do you see?
Gleaming towers far away?
Towering green trees?
Or just a blanket of yellow haze,
That hangs lower when the heat comes,
Suffocating everything in smoke,
Beijing was bad,
Now its here in Vancouver,
Chasing the blue to Paradise
Fires burning, no joke.
Don’t smoke in trails.
Please prevent fires,
Hundreds are displaced.
With the terrors of West Nile Virus,
Malaria, Tick fuelled terror,
I think a mosquito bite is fairly deadly,
Little red bumps that don’t itch,
But I scratch at them,
Then they swell into horrors,
The size of toes,
Horribly red, and so annoying,
Yet I scratch and make them worse,
Four on my leg, one in the crook of my elbow,
Come on, I only wore dark pants!
Being bitten by a bug,
How could I go like this?
I just want to say that I’m going to be here for awhile,
Just a random person,
On the internet,
Spouting random things,
On the top of this mind,
Just warning you.
Run away if you want,
but enjoy your life.