I-t’-s A-b-o-u-t T-i-m-e

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t has been so long – since I have visited you my friend,

he life I live became a whirlwind –  I thought it would never end,

ometimes I would think  about running back to you,

s my words needed an outlet, what was I to do.

B ut now I am back with a  vengeance – that you surely see,

O h yes, the words are flowing, gushing out of me,

U pon my keyboard fingers tap the letters in their rows,

T iredlessly finding ways to express the things they know.

T he thoughts are now abundant and I will not hold back,

I have a mind to declare a war and launch a word attack,

M ight was never my thing though, it’s not the way I choose,

E xpressive rhythmic wordings.. oh yes, that’s the method I use.

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I Just Felt Like Writing

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I just felt like writing,

Like I did back then, when I hung with friends, with a Biro pen,

I just felt like writing,

Letting the words flow out, that’s what it’s all about, no thought no cry no shout,

I just felt like writing,

Putting the words down nice, making nice rhyme with thrice, mixing it up with some spice.

I just felt like writing,

Hearing the words in mind, not knowing what I’d find, when creation has no bind.

I just felt like writing,

My youngest in my ear, reading lines here and there, of me he has no fear.

I just felt like writing,

What next will I put down, no word can make me frown, each with a rhythmic sound.

I just felt like writing,

Taking this time to see, if it is really me, who can express words so free?

I just felt like writing,

Not thinking about grammar,

Not thinking about tone,

Working off into the unknown,

No Copyscape about,

No spellcheck to speak of,

Just writing off of the cuff.

No keyword density,

No search engine laden text,

Just pure expressiveness.

I just felt like writing-

Baa daa baa daa baaam!

And it ends with a saxophone fanfare,

And it ends with a saxophone fanfare,

And it ends with a saxophone fanfare

And it ends

And it ends

And it ends.