As i wake to the only sound fading through my room, a rustle of wind from the leaving of the window open, the pen has spoken now my mouth is numb for words, the verbs dont even want to jump out a grab sit you in a chair and entertain you, i have shamed you as i wrote this poem as the crust in my eye as awaken from the blistening of the son, my head cocked back mouth stretches open as i let out a yawn, to fond of the intensity in my brain to get this pen flowing before i release the energy feeding me to write on the clear computer screen, focusing on my words as they slowly cruise across the page, loving the vibe i send you as it hit your spine and shoot up to your neck, making your body sit up correct, up right thinking straight as your eyes follow my every word, like the dripping of rain from a window pane, weaving my web of conserative energy that i have be brought from the mist of the mornign breeze, as i pause...... then breathe, i shall proceed. With this writtings i was told you are truly a poet, your pen is very astonishing as it writes down words, i say im just your average man SPEAKING WITH A WHOLE LOT OF WORDS!