Me and my Pen

Me and my Pen be a special blend. to think. we use to be the best of friends.. when i was a young man i couldn't read for shit. but with pen in hand i could write a manuscript..

at first i would write for fun and use jus any pen.. the more i wrote. the more intimate i became with each word written.. i noticed the different flow of ink from each different pen. some i like more than others and given time one in particular would win..

it would be her and i.
line for line.
would even carry and hold her in a special way..
she had her own case.
i thought and she wrote at the very same pace.

my young imagination was in a special place.

there came a time when i couldn't write right unless she was there.. if she got lost i would find the same brand and make sure her ink flowed the same as the last one did.. as i got older and made money. i up'd her game. bought her a better quality of ink and a fancy looking custom grip. . no one may have heard a word we wrote but u couldn't tell us we weren't the shit..

as time rolled on things between us got strange.. its like she couldn't keep up with wat was running through my brain.. she would write things down. but my mind felt caged. the way my words gelled together made no sense when they hit the page. gggggrrrrrrrrrr...

i kept fighting this fact.. but what was written i thought wack.. so i got bored and put her down for years.. until one day as of late i snapped!.. picked her back up. thought it'd be different. but oh no the same damn thing.. that's when something happened..

MY WORDS LIFTED OFF OF THE PAGE!

it was amazing.. AMAZING! still fascinates me to this day. i closed my eyes and began to pay attention to the radio that had been playing in my head.. all my life..

my passion for words is deep.. that goes for each noun. adjective and verb.. have been bless'd by my Father with a golden horn.. now i am a man of Spoken Word...

tY. Lord....

8^/ RH Pepperssss....