May Your Pen Grace The Page 

May your pen grace the page at the same pace as your brain

May your grey matter

From now on

No longer be grey

May you mean every word that you say

And may writing your lines

Be the way that you pray

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Ignoring your calling and calling you ‘boring’

Is boring

You need to be touring

What are you doing - you’re basically stewing

No space for day dreaming

No place for that feeling

No place for pacing the building or facing the ceiling

There’s no way that it is dealing

Your brain it is stealing

And there will be no change to you

And there’ll never be any change to that ceiling

I’m basically feeling that art isn’t hard

What's hard is your heart

And it starts in the past, but the past’s in the past

So love who you are

Pass a rush of blood till your arteries blast

And let the blood rush to your arm and let your artistry start

May your pen express upon the page every feeling you’re in

May your white page – Yang

Love your black pen – Yin

May the ball in your ball point roll ‘cause that’s the point of the ball

And if we can’t make our points then what’s the point of it all?

May the lead in your lead-pencil lead you astray

We spell it L-E-A-D ‘cause we’ve made leaders this way

And I know it’s hard but easy to say

But I mean what I say

When I say: “Mean what you say”

Potentially my pencil be the deftest thing you’ve ever seen

Adept at expressing everything that you’ve never seen

Especially when you question me

My pencil, man, she gets to me

She comes to me and comforts me and takes me out to lunch

You see

We have a cup of coffee

Before I know it she’s on top of me

She rocking and she’s rolling me

We’re touching uncontrollably

She likes to switch the roles on me

I'm writing with her

But she is writing with me

It's my life as I desire to be

It’s only right that she’s my wife 2B

She takes me to her bed of white

We try it in the dead of night

Pages till we get it right

We make love between the sheets

May your pen grace the page at the same pace as your brain

May your grey matter

From now on

No longer be grey

May you mean every word that you say

And may writing your lines be the way that you pray

In Ancient Greece

healers used to keep snakes

they’d let them live beneath the beds of the sick because they believed that snakes represented change, renewal and healing

Now

in Greek the word for poison is ‘φαρμάκι

Farmaki’ but the word for medicine

is ‘φάρμακο

’

like pharmacy

because inside the poison

is where we find the antidote

And they say - Live by the sword, die by the sword

but the word sword

has the word word in it

because our words can be the antidote

So much so that we can retell history

I retell my past in any way I choose to I even called my last terrible break up 'the best thing that ever happened to me'

Sometimes

I rewrite proverbs just to prove the point

Like, it’s not - The bigger they are the harder they fall

It’s actually - The smaller they are, the harder they brawl

And it’s not - Behind every great man is an even greater woman

It’s actually - In front of every great woman is a mediocre man who just gets all the credit

And - You can lead a horse to water... but they’re very hard to drown

And - You should keep your friends close, and your enemies... as far away as possible

Unless you want their poison to teach you how to cure yourself

You see this poem is for the snakes

because every time they bite they leave a drop of the antidote inside me

I extract the medicine

hang it around my neck in a vial the shape of survival

carved out of the time I broke that red neck kid’s nose in Musgrave Park when I was 15

I broke my pinky knuckle when I did it though

I guess that was his antidote to my poison

See this life is a snake

eating its own tail in a cycle

constantly shedding its skin

dying and reinventing

killing and giving life

and unlocking its jaw every now and then to eat something bigger than itself

We all need to learn how to eat concepts bigger than ourselves sometimes

My friend went into chemotherapy this week her son shaved her head

I took her beanie shopping

we bought two

one was green and the other survival

afterwards we had dinner and she asked me all about my problems

I spoke so much about myself the cancer almost disappeared

Jack she calls it, is a blind date with a parasite

who couldn’t finish his own meal

it’s not her time

the poison the doctors give her will kill her just enough to keep her alive

and she’ll live long enough to make it look like it was medicine the whole time

And the whole time she’ll keep telling herself

I am surviving

I will survive this

I am surviving

I will survive this

Because she knows that while they say -

Live by the sword, die by the sword

It also means - Live by the word, die by the word

Which also means - Live by the sword, die by the sword

Because your tongue is the Excalibur

stuck in the rock of your mouth

most of us spend our whole lives trying to pull it out learn how to use it properly

try not to swallow it by mistake

but still carve a name for ourselves

inside of ourselves

That’s why we need to keep speaking our truths

like - Give a man a fish and he’ll eat for a day,

teach a man to fish... and he’ll build a billion-dollar industry that’ll cause thousands of aquatic species to become extinct

or

To have and to hold in sickness and in health until divorce do us part

or even my headstone when it reads:

Resting

In

Peace

but

Resurrected

In

Poetry