Sunday, June 28, 2009

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I gotta write
not because i want to but because it is in me
in my blood
ingrained in my soul
etched in my destiny
to use words
to heal
touch
inform
please

I gotta write
because in words I find solace
The finality of the written word.
White it out
try to erase it
burn it
rip it
crumple it and it wont disappear

Words, written, will be and ARE
They are my security
A spoken word is fickle
and tainted
with expression
inflection
emotion.

Verbal intercourse suits those who have no hope for the next instant
and have to squeeze and strain every bit of happiness from the present

The written word is definately my mode of transportation
from one mind to the next

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