Ineptness Ineptitude

Ineptness / Ineptitude The pen has become the tongue from which I speak. Ink, the saliva, the driving force behind my words. Paper, the wings upon which they take flight, uplifting my thoughts, elevating my ideas. Thoughts and ideas that might not have – ever come out of my mouth – seen the light of day. Grounded !, nothing taking wing, a voice that does not sing, never expressing a thing, with any kind of proficiency, clarity, depth of understanding, enlightenment of meaning, as I stand before ?, choke up !, all coming to a screeching halt – my train of thought, my boxcar of words end with the caboose. All gets lost, before the moment lives, my death !!! The death of all I set out to accomplish, but never doing. This, my tribunal ???: B. J. “A” 2 February 25th 2004