as i sit in this chair and ponder what to write .so many words pass
threw my head like an endless train. this train passing between my
ears. i hear the words makeing sence makeing this poem as i sit in
this chair. i see the screen these words apear on. i see the colors
of my background and i see the words as i sound them out to the
typeing of my fingers on the keyboard that is connected to the brain
box of this computer. that wich links the monater to the keyboard
that makes it posable for me to write this poem .and to see all the
work of the poets that pore there heart and soul into what they write.
then i think of my friends and how they inspired me to keep trying
evey time i went to spoken word at five points .every tuesday night
when it was at fuel. now all i have is my train of thought passing
between ears makeing so much noise i had to put it into writing just
for some piece of mind just to have my brain explode with more things
to write. then when i read the worse it is to write to quote a very
good friend of mine he said to me once "just open your mind and let
the words flow".as i sit in this chair i think of how im going to
miss my faverite poet as he travles across contry to prapose to get
married .to do what his heart and soul do every time he writes a poem.
he care and loves and works . much harder than any one iv ever seen .
as i sit here in this chair i ponder what tomarrow will bring.
