@Clintbling 3 September 2020 more from that month

Don't Blame My Pen

**Don't blame my pen** The pen don't talk by itself Just ink out when the  hand's shaking That hand is being directed too Can't cut off coz it did something to provoke someone It's the imagination that's boiling up The blood create emotions That burns the body and soul That can't be let inside The pen don't right to impress anyone To embarrass anyone To abuse anyone without a meaning You find it abusive coz you don't peep deep I'm lost living in my lost generation The brain work not by itself Coz I fail to help my other lost fellows Who hiding their suffering in **meme** The pen write what the heart pity Coz the brain never  feels Just thinking through the hands That secretly touching it every time When the hands that hold the pen shakes We all can write But you find it hard coz you not signed to it Whatever comes out of  a poet's memories was prophesied And I think I'm  doing God's work, **don't blame the pen**