before a blank blue-line page
the uneasiness washes over me in a tide
neurons flash
and i reach through Space and Time
to pluck out the crude chicken scratch letters
that form asymetrical blue patterns
on the paper
they are the blurry photographs of sensation
the insatiable mind's effort
to make its experiences and its sensations
problems and solutions
read and understood by all humanity
write to be believed and to be felt
strain, sweat over the formation of shapes
that are a beacon shedding divine light
on the very nature of ourselves
not everyone is an artist
but
not everyone is a poet.
stephen,ive thought about that all the time,and i thought i was just weird,(maybe i am and you are too!hehe)but i have to say that words are the most beautiful,mysterious,accurate portraits of ourselves.i love words! i visited your band site,and its wicked sweet lol.i love your poems and your lyrics,very deep.do you start out writing a poem and then turn it into a song or what?cuz ive been trying to decipher how to write songs for my band and them still be poetic,and its complicated.lolsrry this is so long,come visit my site,ill def. keep reading! ~joy~
~*Guinevere*~