My Best friend the pen remembers dates
Like hard times in ‘98
When I was planning great escapes
Reminiscing on how the weak loved to hate
Days in ’99 flashback in my mind
As my pen wrote....
…Of Millenniums
Shell shocked in shot houses
Daydreaming of living in condominiums
Then the New Millennium
A moderate reset
As my pen continued to eject…ink
2001 must have been the brink
The lights were disconnected
So just the candles and my pen
And cigarette ashes in the sink
No brain but it thinks
Of visions so rare
So debonair
Fiddling on the roof of my mind
Portraying the written Fred Astaire
Dancing in the New Year
What a great way to start 2002
I know he’s written at least 2003
Analogies mythologies factualisms and poems
A true ink storm with no rain
Just pain
Just pain
He’s even written of open window panes
Thought about jumping out of windows
As he pleaded insane
Because he was guilty
Guilty of insults and falsified truths
Also known as the “One”
Who can give written proof
By putting it in writing
Guilty of sightings in my journal
See my pen remembers hard times
As times remember my pen
Like when I went from etching biblical scriptures
To wrapping rhythmic lines of sin
Rapping
Writing of lost love as he was tapping
Into my innermost thoughts
At times he wants to hurl from sickness
Better times he recalls
As he bore witness to 110% mental and physical fitness
With Such finesse
But he never was monogamous
He always needed to undress or address
More than one situation
Couldn’t commit to just one sheet of paper
Has even written capers
Captured the moments with motivational momentum
I don’t care what’s in ‘em
Red blue or black ink
As long as he thinks
And remains thoughtful
My pen recalls times when I became forgotful
Wasn't concerned about within
So of course I forgot my pen
Forgot that he could release thoughts
And inspire inspiration
See I without my pen
Is like some type of unwritten segregation
Now can you feel my revelation
Like the B-I-B-L-E
Pen Heaven will be his final destination
Because of his Angelic anatomy
You won’t find he without me
Wyatt Erp and the Sundance Kid
He's even written of hurts from back when
I was an under the sun dancing kid
Gonna pass his concepts on to my kids
Because I won’t live forever
I Could be right
Or I could be wrong
But no matter how long I live
The legacy of my pen
Will live on and on.
My best friend... The Pen


J. Ameer