Brothers of the Pen

KP: With embellishment aborted, sidewalk and street talk wail from paper. Tears vividly seen because cursive one's don't wipe away. An intrinsic institution allergic to plagiarized allegiance, we're born and bred to bleed blue from womb, and the wound. Traits of our soul incarcerated in a pen case presenting selfies that speak volume without an impediment. Lingual masseuses with mischief marinating, depending on which taste of epic we prefer. We write to pulverize color barriers because underneath the shell tethered laughter is majority. Lumen repair technicians dimming differences, a cultural mend from cultured men adjoined through their pen. Siamese artistes with an umbilical transporting manna from our third eye to feed the famine. Brother of mine, break bread with your pen RL: I too do not wish to embellish So I place my ear upon the sidewalk of discovery For I wish to hear the colour of your steps Our souls are meant to breathe upon paper The fibres of the papyrus bleed into our convoluted minds as we give of our panicked moments Ours is a calmed darkness A mimicking hope Yesterday flows over tomorrowed possibilities as we attempt to rewrite answers to those questions never asked Differences float above our commonality So we choose to dive below the surface For beneath our papered skin resides the hearts of free men Paper converted by pen becomes flesh The bond of brotherhood Tethered between minds Transported beyond societies perceived differences For we choose to anoint our spirits in blue ink! Thanks Keith for joining me in this creative adventure. It is a pleasure to write with such a talented writer. Written by: Keith Papyrus & Richard Lamoureux September 25, 2015