WORDS OF THE LIVING

(WRITING FROM THE HEART)

Let the pen write for you
Let the keyboard type for you
Let the perfect pages of the naked notebook
Speak for you
For it might not agree with you

The rules may be too strict
You may make it drown in sorrow
When it only wants to drip
Free the pages of tomorrow
For its their world you must seek to borrow

So let that wrongful rhyme inside
No letter should wait their time, abide
For the words should be used today
Before they go, come what may

I sit inside a cage of words
The same metaphors again, again
Appearing in every line I see
The cliches calling out to me
More and more shackled language
I must find Literature a new vantage
As I search for my great advantage