A pad, a pen, An inspiration And it begins A spark igniting into a roaring flame. Thoughts, born into words expressing your joys & pains. Gently caressing your mental with feathery fingertips massaging the thought patterns. Opening your mind's eye, giving you wings to gracefully soar with a bird's view. Instantly taking you to a land of bliss or a dreary hell. Imagine hearing the ringing of 50 thousand bells in harmony. In my belief, that's poetry. The basic essence of life is to be heard fully. I don't need you to agree, just listen to me. My mind wishes to speak. So I grab my pad and my pen, and I let them meet.