Left To Write

Do I have to leave this one alone?

Nobody has asked, but I will tell.
This may be found after the fall.

First, I'm relaxed.
Then, I start to think.

By the way, please don't tell anybody. Because it's not too popular, and it always seems to profit somebody else.

I
I am
I have a need.
I have a need to communicate.

To you

Free of stress and tension.
It's about 4:00am, long after work is done.
I have my notebook.
My pen
My paper
My ink forms the words.
My pen forms the ink.
The pen in my hand.

I write with my left hand the ideas that I understand.
I then upgrade it upon this downloaded manuscript.
But it is not whole, or complete.
It's with myself that I try to compete.

This translation might be lost.
And, at what cost?
Somewhere between the source and the form.

I read
I stop
I read it again.
I put it away.
Then later, I read it once more.

A group of fragmented ideas
that sometimes rhyme.
They form a variety of thoughts
for you to reason.

To understand how to think.
To give the reader more than one dimension to think about.
To see myself differently.
To keep reinventing it again and again.
All our ideas are connected.
They ripple endlessly.
To let you know about the writer.
Just a little at a time...

Which direction do you want to go in today?


Express yourself - go on and do it!
Up and down
in and out
Up and down

Up and down

side to side

Up and down

Up and down
in and out
Up and down

Up and down....

So, to Authors everywhere I say to you,
"Write on!"


We are different and alike at the same time.
We are all instruments that are guided upon for an improvisational purpose.

So lighten up, this is not that heavy.
You might find it's something of value.
And don't feel under pressure when the water's too deep.
You'll be over it in your mind as if you were walking in your sleep.

Do I find the essence of ideas?
As long as there is no deadline
the answer will arrive
unexpected, yet clear.

From the childhood to the neighborhood.
From experience to imagination.

I have experienced a greater freedom boundless from myself.
Then, I return to the center.

My story does not end.
I wanna thank you for letting me do it all again.

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Now about my work....

You might classify it between a poem and a short story.
That drifts between hope and glory.
Left to question by the conservatives when it is through.



It is to write in a radical direction to be interpreted by you!