Beware, I carry a loaded pen

[laughingfalcon]

So I am in the middle of cleaning and a touch of packing right now. While clearing a table I came across a poem I wrote right around Thanksgiving/Early December. It's called, "Beware, I carry a loaded pen". It is still in a pretty raw state, but I like it. It is full of fun and power so it is hard to pick it apart as much as I should. But hey, if you actually LIKE something you wrote, don't knock it! Ha ha ha! I know I was feeling pretty good the day I wrote it, although I can't remember why. Perhaps it was having my husband up to visit, perhaps it was getting the Christmas/Solstice shopping out of the way. Maybe I was just rocking at a video game, I really don't recall. (Hmm, it might have been when the Marriott started trying acknowledging that they screwed up...seems likely.) But I know I felt good. And the poem captured some of that moment and holds it. So I enjoy it and I hope you do as well. Here is "Beware, I carry a loaded pen":

Beware, I carry a loaded pen.
My mind is full of ammunition
And my thoughts fly like bullets.
I load them into my pen
And spray them all over the page
Or sometimes I pause, and with careful thought,
Squeeze off a single shot with the words I jot.

Some call me author, writer, storyteller, or bard.
I am all of these and more.
Gangs let bullets fly and see who lives and who dies.
With my words I can make you die
A thousand deaths in the eyes of each passerby.

Be aware that words are power
And can make kingdoms and fortunes
Rise or fall, and then,
Beware of me, I carry a loaded pen.