Writing

Wordworker Will
Works with his words
He puts them together
To build his Billboard’s...

Banks of blank ivorine
stacked high but
thinly like old oriental
lacquered tsuba .....

Nothing you can do when it's written...

It can't be erased...

It could take you one hundred...

Ay. Ease up. Pull up lad.
It’s time to take your foot off the gas and relax; you do remember how...

It's like a dryed up pen
No words to let myself depend

I love with a lost heart

And...

Millions of us wrote a Story...

They thought they could burn us all?

Don't they know what...

Throughout the night
while you can't sleep,
when your mind is weary
and your hands are...

In those last three days before
winter kicked in ..
We exchanged a grand total
of...

Put my poems in a book please, not too small this time,
so at least people can read interest within...

I see you at work already...

That went a lot quicker than I thought...

You must have read...

Return, my muse, my voice give back,
For night has yet to settle down.
As sundown dims to...

In the memory, the picture of you rest so still. A love that time cannot kill. The loss of you, a pain so...

My love,
You are immortal.
Because of me
Your life will know no end.
Long after...

I wish I had a notepad
and a pen
with me, or by my side
each time
the makings...

Sometimes I get the urge
to write a love song,
or maybe just a poem ..
Not that a...

I have yet to meet a woman
who is not afraid
of what I may, or may not
write about...