We Paints

I write Poetry, knowetry, flowetry.

I write devotion, of notion, intent not to be bent on the sufferings of notherings.

I make it up, as I go along and I often stop... to strike up a song

I put paper to pen to paper again and let the ink flow through me like the blood in my veins.

I grab the reins and take life by the horns and bare the scorns when what I write makes no sense

and since you ask, I take you to task and write.

Right or wrong I scribble away and let the words take me where they may. I

will find what is hidden inside and hide away what is not.

But let it be bought the price of poetry and knowetry is knowing what you have.

Like a salve to the soul, we learn to let go

and just pick up a pen and let the ink flow.

Draw with words?

Don't be absurds.

We Paints!

Reviews

[Jack Wolfe]

Hey, Realm, first, and this maybe me and my bad eyes, but I had trouble reading this, not to mention the bright blue off the white page is a bit blinding, again could just be me. From what I can read, it seems you're speaking of the use of words as the internal paint, the imagination the canvas, which is true, as the words have no meaning until your conscious mind gives them power and meaning. I enjoyed this, but it was hell on the eyes.

[realmwriter]

Glad you liked what you could read of it. I did change the color to a darker blue and went one size up with the font too. You pretty well got where I was going with it. An attempt somewhat, at creating a choppy river of flow with the words. The canvas is of course, as you pointed out, the imagination. Just let the ink flow from mind, to pen, to paper. Or in this case, keyboard and the ink is electronic 0s and 1s.

[Rene Salinas]

Creating images is a process and like the writing says for those who feel close to the task for those who have an inner calling and feel they must represent with words, for those who want to look for a way of lifting meaning and in hope to find. What exactly is nearly irrelevant as it is the finding which makes is so worthwhile. In sharing and in letting go of that moment of seek we find connections. Through those who by reading the words shared feel understood or represented or inspired or a plethora of other feeling which brings people close.
"You have an image about yourself, ideas about yourself, concepts, experiences and so on. You have your particular idiosyncrasies, tendencies - all that has built an image about yourself. Please listen to it, observe it in yourself. Do not, as I said, merely listen to words - they have little meaning. But, in hearing the words, if the words reveal your own consciousness, your own state, then the words have meaning"

Thankyou

[realmwriter]

Words in themselves hold no more meaning than we give them. We control the words, not the other way around. Thank you for the review. I am pleased that you like it.

[R Smith]

Nice touch my friend, we do paint with words as you have done here, often i hold a pen to paper and see what happens, could be meaningless or a dance of words but its always a poem, you said it all and its the truth, write on and be free :)