A POINT IN TIME

"I'm a writer... non-practicing"
Hank Moody
as played by David Duchovny
in Californication



There comes a point when a poet grows to hate rhyming,
sounding clever and meanings hidden in words.
When pondering becomes a chore,
but thinking becomes automatic.
When the heart has grown numb then the mind must take over.
That is when his soul is unleashed,
when a poet grows up to become a writer.
The writer writes profusely,
religiously as if on a mission.
The end he does not know,
or care to achieve.
He lives for today, knowing that tomorrow comes of what he does right now.

There comes a moment when the writer becomes a philosopher...
a word monger who now hocks wisdom masked in pretty words.
Taken over by the world, yet the world becomes him...for it becomes him.
It suits his taste, though only for the moment.
Like your favorite quote soon to be forgotten.

There will come a time when he will be recognized, seen and un-invisible
...and he will grow to hate the person he has become.
The lights illuminate his erroneous ways.
Imperfections which ironically he has grown to love before,
he now sees in a different light.
So he breaks it all down,
a yearning to unlearn and undo everything.
He seeks to start over.
And a cycle anew has begun.

Write, Read, Repeat.
Write, Read, Repeat.
The life of a right minded thinker,
left behind by a society filled with wrongs.
The target demographic demonizes him,
and the actions through the power of his hands.
Along with his voice,
the voice who has accompanied him all along,
the long conversations he has had,
and will have.
They thought they understood,
but passers-by are but spectators to his world,
with a mob mentality to analyze everything is said,
and put meaning where it does not belong.

Though, there does come a time when the writer, once a poet,
recognizes that his adolescent adulation for words,
is to please the one and only.
The ghost behind the pen, hiding behind languages
the not so secret yet always forgotten admirer,
that has painted a masterpiece through the use of wisdom in words.
A time when recognition that the audience was never really material
for now he understands the importance of being one.

There will come a time when he re-reads everything he has wrote.
All the words coagulated into one big ball of slime,
oozing from the pages they have published,
dripping constantly into a world as blank as canvas.
Only then will he come to see the self-portrait that has manifested in his work.


-chrissanjose