"Though hesitancy may demand that nothing be done,
curiosity and pride override-
the half-hearted mind that feels frail with time,
and chaos to let our hand decide.
To place ill-planned words upon page blank and new,
without thought to how they may lay.
To finish each line and diminish the time-
that we spend trying to form what they say
Though format may change, wild words rearrange
in arrays so savage, in arrangement strange.
Yet with each new contortion, each piece plays a portion
in a shifting, swirling state of exchange.
The chaos I command as this pen dances around
finds order in rhythm, my internal sound.
Though sometimes words fail me, this is what I've found:
A word's written message persists.
The ideas held here have little to fear.
For they find some way to emerge.
To purpose their purpose, to point out their point,
and prevent any of their own from being missed
The words that you read hold a place on this page.
Yet the page that once spawned them is gone.
Yet they still exist, in your mind they persist.
Without form, their meaning lives on.
So let the words in you find place in your pen,
and let pen place them where they demand.
Then once they are free, just step back and see,
what you have wrought with your own hand.
These thoughts guide my path, my words, and my mind.
Thus they live within all my poems.
Comments made on my road, winding through life's long turns."
This all said as right here my pen roams.
I found myself in a strange place today
It was an address on memory lane
A place meant for fools, for swinging nonsense
A place for a kiss in the rain
I know not why visions of things long cast by
Should resurface right now without cause
For what purpose do dreams show me another grey sky?
I find myself trapped in doubt's claws
Concerning no thing that exists in my life
Yet concerning a void that exists
The blank space paradox that furnishes the walls
Adds confusion into the mix
Though I may scour the cupboards and cabinets
Sweep the shelves looking for any trace
I know as I search through each room on each floor
I won't find what's missing in this place
The note on the mantel in Memory lane
States clearly that I've done this before
But here's a decree added by a past me
"When you leave next time, lock the door"
To the finder of this note, please read all I've wrote
And may you better luck than me
In finding what is gone, else the search will go on...
To Number 4, from Number 3