09-04-2007, 10:01 AM
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Pencilis~

~PENCILIS~
When dark clouds
of depression block out
the sun of elation,
I just call on Pencilis the
yellow savior, the graphite
god of all inspiration.
I prefer god Pencilis to
goddess Inkress because when
my muse decides to pull
catch twenty two's,
irrationally scattering verbs
and adjectives all over the
blank pages of a history in the
works, I can call on him and he
can make her mumbo jumbo
disappear with one scratch of his head.
When I start to drift
to the dark losing faith in
myself and him he, as smooth as
silk, glides his point across
the waves of my thoughts, across
the canvas of my soul sparking
insight, leading me back to the light.
Pencilis has a number for
every power he possesses but
power number two, his power of
expression is used by far the most
and with this mighty power
of expression he sometimes
channels into my muse and leads
my hand across the papyrus of
time to spread whispering
words of his lead language
of love which I so happily follow.
© December 14, 2005 Karen Davies
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Nightlife calls me.
Through her I am free.
It's the only way to be,
all caught up in a mystery!
Born with full moon fever,
I can make you a believer!
For I am the moonchild,
truly born to be wild!
Last edited by Moonchild; 09-13-2007 at 11:10 PM.
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