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I WRITE...                                          3/14/13


I WRITE THAT IS WHAT I DO,
WHEN I GRAB THE PAD THE PEN
MAGICALLY APPEARS IN MY HAND;
THEN JUST AS MAGICALLY IT BEGINS
TO RAPIDLY JOT DOWN EVERYTHING
IT'S SEEN IN THE DEEP DEPTHS OF MY SPLEEN;
DESCRIBING VISUAL EFFECTS MORE
GRAPHIC THAN MUTANT X;
TIMES WHEN THE HANDS OF TIME STOOD STILL
AND WATERS RAN RAMPED;
I WRITE, BUT SOMETIMES I DON'T BELIEVE IT'S ME,
JUST A FRAGMENT OF MY FLESH CONTROLS WHAT IS WRIT
THE REST IS CONTROLLED BY MY SPIRIT;
SECRETLY EXPLAINING WHAT MOST MOSTLY ARE FEARING
THE WICKEDNESS OF THE NIGHT,
THE JOYLESSNESS OF LIFE DISPOSED FROM SENSELESS GUN FIGHTS,
AND THE RIGHTEOUS FEELING OF EMOTIONAL UPLIFT;
SPREADING THE WORD OF GOD LIKE THE WRATH OF GHANGHIS KHAN;
I WRITE,
SOME MAY CALL IT A GIFT;
I WRITE,
WHAT EVER IT IS CALLED
ALL I CAN DO IS GIVE ETERNAL THANKS

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