With this weapon of mass creation,
this crimson blood is alive with virtuosity.
The fire of life races through my viens.
This inspiration shines through my eyes
burning these simple pages with the
emotions of a thousand ages.
The myth of calmness and serenity
is quickly dispersed in a stroke from this
It takes a shape of a harmless form,
It is a simple tool named: Pen
-a nice thought for the day. I think I wrote this poem in college sometime.