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I am the writer that you think I am

Sad words written on a lonely page sporadically through a sleepless night
Alike to
Tasty words poored out like savored wine that was aged for the same occasion
I don't like to drink alone

Cheers

I write to do battle with my demons
Like an army collapsing upon itself fighting for power
The speeches given by the soldiers in my head are screamed the loudest
But those angry words fall to the ground
And they are trampled on 

Back space or crumple

It's a civil war that needed to be fought
When I write I find myself 
I look amongst the ruins, focusing only on the first fire I need to survive the night
Slim hope made fat by a narcissitic design 
And I am warm 

I write because I believe that even the human race in itself was a heart felt expression 
All of us have a spark of life more valuable then the flesh and bones around us
The sun, the moon and the stars
The waters, the food we eat, and the air we breathe were all made to cradle this creation of me
Of you

And we are a creative species ourselves

Gravity is not a prison
But where else would we go?
Telescopes as far as the robotic eye can see!
And have we seen a better more beautiful world?
We go to the moon and even send machines to Mars
We bring back rocks as dead as the blackness that goes on forever
It makes me think we are favored here

On earth a vibrant sun is rising non-stop 
A flower blooming with only hints to the growing masterpiece

The sun is setting somewhere else upon calm waters 
A bird has sensed it is his last flight south
And time slows down
The season greets him with open doors that never close
He feels every feather he ever had and remembers everything he ever saw
He leaves with a song on his lips that still gets sung to the first dawn that finds him missing

I write because I can take the world and see what I want to see
All across the surface of this place there are many spheres of life
For every set of eyes that digest the same one 

There is different music to every ear that interprets the same song
And a differrent ground to walk on for every foot that treads the same path

It is true a picture can say a thousand words, 
But I still want to say them 
And so I write
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