Poets DO have issues!
Poets are insane!
We have a different record groove,  
We have a different grain!

We have a different wiring
Don't respond to "normal" tests
We are the fish who climb up trees
Of this I can attest!


(chorus)
Poets hear their colors,
Poets see their songs,
Poets touch the music notes
They taste to sing along!


We wear t-shirts in 10 feet of snow
Coats in sunny climes!
We have no sense of timing
'Cept when we write our rhymes!

We go out in stormy weather
When it's clement we stay in!
We eat pizza in the morning
Write limericks on a whim!

(chorus)

We are calm when life gets frustrating
Mad when things go well!
Write rants when times are blissful
And sonnets when it's hell!

We travel to the Moon and back
Wear Stardust in our hair
We sail the very Cosmos
Sitting in our chair!

Our pens they scratch a tympany
Our pages plumb the depths
Of profound Pacific trenches
Or drown in puddles wept...


We have a different wiring
Don't respond to "normal" tests
We are the fish who climb up trees
Of this I can attest!

Poets hear their colors!
Poets see their songs!
Is that so ridiculous?
Folks, is that so wrong?

Poets hear their colors
The colors of the heart!
Come and see this song with us

Let your mind fall apart!


SoulSurvivor aka
Write of Passage aka
Invisible inc
(C) 7/10/2016

I pick it up. The blank page awaits.
I touch the sharp tip. It's sharp enough.
And I start to write.

I write about the things I know.
I write true events.
I write the thoughts at the very front of my mind...

But soon,
I start to write things I don't know
I start to write words I have neither heard nor spoken
I start to write thoughts that have never revealed themselves to me

My eyes only see the graphite on the paper
My hand only moves in ways otherwise controlled
My mind whispers to the pencil
And the pencil listens

Only when the mind and the pencil communicate
Do I find
That the wisest words are those that happen to be
My own