Me at my purest
What is the foundation on which I stand?
Before the complexities of life triggered its wrath,
The world was so small, yet a vast open land,
I don’t remember buildings, or even paths,
Nor do I recall faces, just an open hand,
Never plotting on who I was to be,
Just indulged in the things that filled me with glee,
Gloom rarely came,
Not even on rainy days,
I, me, and we would always remain,
The simplicity of destiny had me in a daze,
As I gaze quietly upon the pad,
This pen was the only aspiration I had,
What its use was varied,
When it no longer was in use, times were scary,
Pen like a plane, pad as the earth,
Mental exploration was all worth
It, as speratic images lapsing,
No glamour, glitz, or lights flashing,
To scribe things, made me a star,
Maybe just in my own mind by far,
Though near isolation,
Silence intensified my gravitation,
To a life of illustration,
Pen inked colors of celebration,
Of an unconscious revelation,
What my eyes dreamt of was mapped by my hand,
Time passes, through and through it never fails,
My sanity lies within the comforts of my creativity
No worldly activity could subdue what I am mentally
Just disturbs the process of my identity
I will not be removed from this quiet place
The comforts in which growth glides and dies
I am greatest with little component
Because what keeps me alive is what I have always grown with
Two feeds, fuels, and festers the flame which remains too glorious,
Yet overcame hurdles to be overcome,
Two deaths I would die
Life, and the pen and pad which makes me one,
It is like my sun,
The mean heats, desire, and evolution is one,
And when it is all said and done,
I would like to be remembered as my pad.
With the pen reciting eulogies,
This is me at my purest,
An open space that has been filled with a number of ideas,
But its intention is not to be heard,
But to be seen,
By those who have the capacity to breath and believe what it means to have expression
Which lingers and travels in different directions
Doing nothing more than provoking affection
This is me at my purest
What is the foundation on which I stand?
Before the complexities of life triggered its wrath,
The world was so small, yet a vast open land,
I don’t remember buildings, or even paths,
Nor do I recall faces, just an open hand,
Never plotting on who I was to be,
Just indulged in the things that filled me with glee,
Gloom rarely came,
Not even on rainy days,
I, me, and we would always remain,
The simplicity of destiny had me in a daze,
As I gaze quietly upon the pad,
This pen was the only aspiration I had,
What its use was varied,
When it no longer was in use, times were scary,
Pen like a plane, pad as the earth,
Mental exploration was all worth
It, as speratic images lapsing,
No glamour, glitz, or lights flashing,
To scribe things, made me a star,
Maybe just in my own mind by far,
Though near isolation,
Silence intensified my gravitation,
To a life of illustration,
Pen inked colors of celebration,
Of an unconscious revelation,
What my eyes dreamt of was mapped by my hand,
Time passes, through and through it never fails,
My sanity lies within the comforts of my creativity
No worldly activity could subdue what I am mentally
Just disturbs the process of my identity
I will not be removed from this quiet place
The comforts in which growth glides and dies
I am greatest with little component
Because what keeps me alive is what I have always grown with
Two feeds, fuels, and festers the flame which remains too glorious,
Yet overcame hurdles to be overcome,
Two deaths I would die
Life, and the pen and pad which makes me one,
It is like my sun,
The mean heats, desire, and evolution is one,
And when it is all said and done,
I would like to be remembered as my pad.
With the pen reciting eulogies,
This is me at my purest,
An open space that has been filled with a number of ideas,
But its intention is not to be heard,
But to be seen,
By those who have the capacity to breath and believe what it means to have expression
Which lingers and travels in different directions
Doing nothing more than provoking affection
This is me at my purest
