Wednesday, February 25, 2009

The Pen

Black ink imprints lines and dots onto ancient paper
creating gel-filled puddles of solid passion.
Words and signatures become permanent once liquid
flows slowly, readily, and peacefully like the waves
on Seal Beach after a brutal storm from the east.
Occasionally the ballpoint tries to fix past mistakes,
but makes additional smudges along the way. Scribbles
are distinguished as art, offering a glimpse of humanity
in a world dominated by Microsoft Word. Instead of trying
to white-out misspelled words, the pen crosses through them,
gravitating toward distinctive verbs over others.
Break free of being simple by using phrases that urge
literary movement across the Atlantic. Write tonight,
before morning draws nearer with the Pilot pen
who links soft hands with sensuous readers.

Saturday, February 7, 2009

love

Quotes filter my thoughts, as you tell me "without depth, we die."

The emotions that are blooming inside of my mind are that of flowers in the spring: bright, beautiful, and bold. Capturing a picture of beauty and elegance beyond anything imagined.

The values in my life become more defined as time progresses toward a new revolution. We will create revolutions together of love and peace, where souls follow hearts rather than comfortable walkways.

Tell me which books to read, what captures your mind, and what influences your hand to write words that sing like the flock of birds outside of your window.

We will be one, in time, painting words on the canvases of each other's hearts.