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Writing stops fighting./ As we empty the chambers of our minds, streaming raw un-filtered 
emotions through the channels of our pens, our brains become clear; fitted with a new lens. 
Muddled thoughts become distilled. Violence turns to silence. Trading anger for kindness, and 
sight with blindness, in the intention that we may create hope/ out of this fire that we've 
stoked./ I hope I haven't spoken out of turn, but this burn in my lungs/ and the taste on my 
tongue, full of bitterness, reminds me why I have chosen a quiet mode of communication 
over this. Because noise calcifies the mind./ Never to see what lies behind/ the portal of 
discovery called the Pineal Gland./ Secreting the sacred chemical of god that baptized you at 
birth. The power present then, is the same one in this pen./ And though words create 
illusions, and we feel stuck in our delusions,/ down the rabbit hole we must go./ Let your 
spirit knead you like a piece of dough. Molding you into the true form you were born in, 
through, and from./ When I was nine I built my own drum./ And outer manifestation of my 
heart and its ability to beat./ Guiding my feet along the track that they tread./ I will follow the 
eternal thread of life that we are all strung from./ And from this pen that pours forth ink, I 
lay these words upon some paper/ so that my mind can cease to think.

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  1. Date: 4/24/2009 11:49:00 AM
    thanks for your comment. i love the idea of exchanging guns for pens and bullets for ink catridges. wonderful! keep it up.

  1. Date: 4/18/2009 6:15:00 PM
    this is my favorite poem of yours. Reading it is like hearing you withdraw your pen from its sheath.