Intoxyc8me's blog: "Written Seductions"

Second to Last Poet by LateNiteFantasy© The day would come – we saw it and now pondering the verse carved into your damp granite I will remember the curse, how we dared color gray rows of the trudging, endless lines marching in near mindless prose with a bit of rhythm, rhyme. We broke their lines, set words free, blued their skies with metaphor though they called us bourgeoisie it was we who searched for more. Suddenly now I’m the last with nothing better to do than spend my day in the past discussing poems with you.

Pen in Hand by LateNiteFantasy© Only the pen knows the color of the ink The beauty of the words are thought owned by each reader To whom the pen writes for whom does the ink run Pens can have their way of things ink can make it fun The fool, the reader or the pen I say neither, then again I've inked a pen and so it goes the color of the ink don't show Read I may, but take no heart as to audition for a part Words are simply left about The pen's not one to point it out So read unto your own desire take and build yourself the fire Care not who the pen may ink it's all for you, if you so think

The Written Word by LateNiteFantasy© The potential of the written word, Whether it be simple prose or honeyed verse, Allows an opening in time and space, To forget about the pain of reality's curse. For on the page of black and white, Our imaginations may run free. Through this creativity exposed, True selves which normally we can't see. Like masks removed, we are revealed, Our passions there for all to share, Which otherwise might not be shown, So scared that no one else might care. But like the warmth of heated breath, Cascading across my cheek and ear, A delicate touch which reached the soul, Making everything seem so clear. Comforting as a lover's arms, A firm embrace or sweet, deep kiss. Like passionate love, uniting us, In a brief moment of total bliss. So do not think it strange at all, Or think me utterly absurd. That when I say where my heart lies, Is the seduction of the written word.