My Pen, My Sword
Not it all,
not at all.
Nothing big,
something small.
Not the puzzle,
just a piece.
May the picture keep growing,
may it never be complete,
may my heart open and close with every beat,
may my mind take a picture with every blink,
may I take what I take,
may I leave what I leave,
may I do it all,
with a smile and a wink.
Not too much,
not it all,
just a part to play,
to keep moving,
on and on and on.
I could go on,
I could go up,
I could go down,
I could go back,
and tell the more,
there is to tell,
but that would be for you,
not for myself.
My pen, my sword,
my blood to pour.
Copyright © Joe Fisher | Year Posted 2007
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