words drift in the mind like transition glory
it beats the rhythm like sax sound
the glory! the glory!! the glory!!!
glory glows like rainbow in the sky
the rhyme settles into underlay of memory
producing perspective flames of ancestrals
pompous fire the objectivity of mindthought
manufacture from clues providing procession
headleads the tom-tom colour of brown dark
the simple that sustain the kindred of truth
and peace,the black mind thought till the
appear of white daybreak,the clan of writing
sounds in the brain of critical study and
slate the cliche work of artbelieve
all must make the testicles of bell passing
the message to surface of soil and
echo it around to exhume the corpses
of goriless anxiety and biasness without
mythology,only reluctant the simple strike wound of animosity,ranging around to loom
and steal the clean mind of dirty saint
let the poetry brooms sanitize the beautiful
unlookable tent,spread to prevent our sun
mathematicians solve the wilden indices
with an atom ink dropping from the mouth
of pen,and bury the fake dupe under heart
let the metrology forcasts the doubtful
certain weather and see as real
put the pen pick it down back let passes
and found the lost white angel
pen not only writer also impact mediator
absolutely beautiful piece. Funny we must be on the same wave length today because I just wrote a piece about the experience of being a writer. Tell me what you think of it..