HOLDING ON TO LIFE.....Pt2

A journal or diary

a black mead notebook

remember those?

Crying, as you scribe your mind on collegiate line

Jotting your hurt on paper

and your paper collecting tear stains

the hidden secrets before poetry was known

what about the receipts all over the place

you can't throw those scraps of written feelings away

see when paper wasn't available

... that tissue, gum wrapper, hand or on forearm

was your only mind writing storage place

curled up in small places

writings are from dark places

some scribes will shine in front of the bright lights

most may fall as the last call, through last writes(rights)

hands will always shake nervously to

heart will race in irregular beats through

every hard write cuts like samurai knife

yes the end is in releases

in pieces, it will save a life

close your eyes with me

lets go back when learning eyes and ears

only knew of a few voices to idol

where poetry was movement and expression

not words battling towards a title

So where in history will your title hold a historical title-

.......in books

where are these idols in title

when new notebooks and muttering voices

are looking for a guided model

they are seeing you

they are hearing you

and through their mouth

you be hearing you

Somehow we  lost our selves in lack of creativity

now each performer is a see through preview

of you

just now performing your style in front of you

bring it back to life

lift every voice back into your own style

be like you and no one else

writing does save

speaking volumes in your own voice helps

calling all Originality!!!!!!

BY LeRoy TNW Goetzendanner