mind is a stencil
the story of
a pen or a pencil
the mind is a stencil
with one a writing utensil
what if the lead had the mental
what if what's said to the pen is more than incidental
The pen slept cozy in the jackets pocket
resting until yo them rhymes would be jotted
the pen would dream of it's dark lines coving
the world in words while it was hovering
above observed by all guided by an unseen hand
it's lines would never stall the writing demand dead it would never be dull
it new it's calling. The pen would sometimes then be used for drawing
it liked to leave tones of shading like it was serenading the paper
with the shapes it bled making grater
with its ink it then made its love letter
whatever
a bic that felt like a quill and it's feather
a paper scraper
and the blank space would then smudge taper
writing forever
the poets avatar better
the story of
a pen or a pencil
the mind is a stencil
with one a writing utensil
what if the lead had the mental
what if what's said to the pen is more than incidental
awakened by the cuff of a sweater
the hand was on it
it's cap fell and soared like a comet
the pen no longer pent up in the pocket
the pen was held like Pendragon held
excalibur sonic
thats for sure
and in A pure tone
the MC spoke to the pen
alone
but not really the poet spoke through the pen
it was shown
and on the paper words had flown
thoughts had grown, minds were blown
that sound just silly but then and again
the words they lend an observation
to the prose that has no place in common conversation
they were used for the creation
of an odd but artful sensation
of soulful presentation
ink incased in a pen
I think that it wrote the words called The End
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a pen or a pencil
the mind is a stencil
with one a writing utensil
what if the lead had the mental
what if what's said to the pen is more than incidental
The pen slept cozy in the jackets pocket
resting until yo them rhymes would be jotted
the pen would dream of it's dark lines coving
the world in words while it was hovering
above observed by all guided by an unseen hand
it's lines would never stall the writing demand dead it would never be dull
it new it's calling. The pen would sometimes then be used for drawing
it liked to leave tones of shading like it was serenading the paper
with the shapes it bled making grater
with its ink it then made its love letter
whatever
a bic that felt like a quill and it's feather
a paper scraper
and the blank space would then smudge taper
writing forever
the poets avatar better
the story of
a pen or a pencil
the mind is a stencil
with one a writing utensil
what if the lead had the mental
what if what's said to the pen is more than incidental
awakened by the cuff of a sweater
the hand was on it
it's cap fell and soared like a comet
the pen no longer pent up in the pocket
the pen was held like Pendragon held
excalibur sonic
thats for sure
and in A pure tone
the MC spoke to the pen
alone
but not really the poet spoke through the pen
it was shown
and on the paper words had flown
thoughts had grown, minds were blown
that sound just silly but then and again
the words they lend an observation
to the prose that has no place in common conversation
they were used for the creation
of an odd but artful sensation
of soulful presentation
ink incased in a pen
I think that it wrote the words called The End
Listen to this track by clicking here. I just finished it yesterday