free write to get you to write free

You’re sitting at your desk but I’m standing behind the chipped paint on your walls
Behind the sticky post it notes that remind you to return those books you picked up and what albums you’ve been meaning to cop at the record store
I’m soaked in that green tea that’s cold now that you drank to calm those nerves rushing through your system
And I ooze through those achy fists that you squeeze to alleviate the pain of writing too damn hard
I’m at the top right corner of the room that you stare up at when you’re thinking of what to say
And resting in the curl of your brow when you’re deep in thought
I embrace you internally
And I leave you with a smile that’s so perfectly perplexed
Who am I?
I’m your sense of creativity
Your artistic serendipity
Positively provocative
I provoke mental notes
I have no sense of time, so time can’t tell when I’ll come by next but if you sit quietly enough you’ll sense that I’m already there
ready and set to burst out at the first signal of final absolute release.
But can I just take the time to tell you
That You are the Positive Motivating force within My life
You appreciate me?
Man I appreciate you!
You are the tool to my revolution
The voice to this muse
My juice is squeezed from the Freshest fruit
from the tree of life so I’m good for you
I inspire you to keep movin’ from soul II soul
So I can spread the word of what’s deep inside yours
I am that mutagenic gene that influences you to generate into that intellectual virus
ready to aesthetically infiltrate and infect an entire population not yet equipped to find a cure
Yet together we heal the world
You don’t know it, but I study the phrenology of your brain
Trying to gain the best free knowledge of how to get to you
Your Sensations heighten as I grip from your fingertips your pen
It’s my mind, your hand
Is my heart (you're dope golda, if you're reading this)
And the hardest part is always the start
But once you know you have me,
There’s no point in letting go because its up to me to let you be
So free yourself from those writers blocks,
the times you waste your time thinking you think too hard
I’m sending you subliminal messages all around the room
Throughout your day I was shouting out from those dog eared pages you marked that inspired you
From those three random bolded words in that magazine that just popped out at you
I spoke to you while you were speaking to that long lost friend you ran into on the street choppin it up into those 7 minute long conversations that update and uplift you
And I made you run for cover from that vicious ass bomb left on that wall you passed as you were biking
I sparked that twinkle in your eye as that fly girl got on the same bus ride and made you just wanna write down a long list of adjectives to describe how damn beautiful the day got after she coincidentally sat next to you
I am your butterflies
I am your third eye
I’m what keeps you awake with those life theories thought processes late at night
So don’t fight
Embrace, indulge, inhale me
Any thoughts reflections releasing inhibitions it’s poetry
So seek poetic justice
And inform me
And inform the rest of the world
What wonder wanders in your mind lately