Quickly, Quietly...

They come from all sidesContentmentJoy,Excitement,Wrapping me eternally, inLove, Tenderness, Warmth.Does she feel this way ever?Does she understand?With three simple wordsShe makes meA better man

I play and she sings

Something I once only dreamed aboutIt's hard to play when she singsI want to devote all of my attention to herNo guitar can sound sweet enoughUnder Her voiceIt's a beautiful struggle Her voice against…everythingIt pulls me underInto a quiet place,PeacefulYet I must continue to playWhen I do stopShe looks at me softlyI am still regaining consciousnessDoes she know where I have been?

It seems I can eit...

It seems I can either write or play guitar...and I chose guitar for now.

The screen...

The screen sits in front of me blank, and yet I look at it. I wait for something to read. I wait for something to fill it from the depths. Another consciousness takes over and words begin to stream onto the page. With every clear though out of the way, writing becomes easy. It has been hard of late to give way to this consciousness. It remains locked in a cell, writing on the walls to keep sharp. “What is this,” I ask?“You will see one day,” it says with a frown.“What language is that?”“Its gibberish, that is what you see isn’t it,” it replies coldly.I decide it’s best for it to be locked up, as I walk away. There’s no telling what it might say…must be careful right now

If I were...

If I were a work of art, I would be M. C. Escher's Lizards.I am a bizarre juxtaposition of the real and the unreal. Based in the realm of mathematics, my two-dimensional appearance belies a complex and free-willed behaviour which both delights and confuses people.Which work of art would you be? The Art Test

Lame…I ...

Lame…I amLuckily we don’t put humans downInstead we make them sit around and do nothing We confine them to the bed, remote in one hand, phone in the otherConfine…can’t think of a better word, well, maybe incarcerateThere really is only so much you can do without walkingHave I mentioned I don’t like sitting still?

SittingWaiting pat...

SittingWaiting patientlyResting peacefullyThe darkness covers Like a heavy cloakOnce while walking Thorns scarred this cloakLittle holes In random sequenceMark their footprints