Never a man or woman set
out on a mission
Determined to be declared
creative
Uttering the demand will
not command
Creativity to appear as a
butler ready
The land of the unfamiliar
welcomes all
Like the land of the
survival of the fittest
Crafted, planned,
itemized, willing thoughts
Lie on the mattress of boredom
and lethargy
Energy, fanfare, trumpet
lie listless, silent
The planned shows itself, a
bad photocopy
Creativity arrives
unanticipated
Creativity arrives when
the planned errs
There are those bending
brains to conform
Twisting gray cells to
convince humanity
Creativity surprises all,
especially itself
After frustration has
slapped itself silly
Materializing at
inopportune time
Uncertain what it will do
next
Like Jim Carey, Eddie
Murphy
Unscripted, unplanned,
improv
Just leave the door wide
open
Accept creativity
unconditionally
When it arrives, don’t
hoot and holler
Drink its unquenchable juices greedily
It arrives at its own
good-and-ready time
--My dream has loved paper so much for so long because it gave influence to the parched voice of a fashionista poet. Finding this outlet, that voice is now replete with expressive sound.
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