The Need

I feel the need,
The need to read.

A favorite pen
A Tul roller ball
Favorite because
For lefties, it drags
Across the page smoothly

I feel the right,
The right to write.

To what end? Who knows?
Curiosity. I suppose.

For how does the story end?
And where will my mind take me?
Will we capture a moment from the past?
Or will we stir an adventure not yet begun?

I'll just take another sip of this damn fine coffee,
And it will come to me sooner or later.

Write Your Wrongs

"And I could be a better man,
I could be a better son,
Give back to everyone."

The Spin Of Things

There is nothing 

Nothing we can say

That hasn't been said... 

Already

Nothing read
That hasn't been written... 

Already

So why do we say it?
Why do we write it?

For the fun of the spin we're in...
To share the past
To capture the moment
To predict the future

To redirect opinion
To convince ourselves
To protect our memories

Why do we say,
"Words cannot describe...?"
When that, in and of itself
Begins a description.

And if its a competition of words
Either spoken or written
We will spin it to win it

That's what we do.