Wanting to Write
by LateNiteFantasy©
You see I wanted to write something so deep
the world would drown in it.
Except not really
Some the future needs to hear and see this
So they freeze my words in time and to be brought back as the
revived rebirth of the of lyrical the rhyme cryogenic type shit.
Some building blocks for being
double helix dioxie-ribo nucleic acid type hype.
It would be deep as the ocean
then they’d find themselves being birthed
out of the amniotic fluid that flows
from my brain to my pin to my pen
It would be so prolific they’d want to crawl back in just to be born again
So
I took my pen in my hand and felt my blood circulate the mental command from my neurological land
To the fingers that span my writing implement
Poets don't sleep
they do research, with eyes closed
minds open wide, they tiptoe
through synaptic creaks and groans
sifting through impulse and why
why not?
electricity, simplicity
alive, are we? asleep
no never!
let those poets dream
and snooze, blink and sort
through millions of blasts
of memories past
for something worth writing about
no doubt, it will be deep
sleep a poet's sleep-
dream and wade, wander
and glean
and claim your poem, in the morning
