Scott thinks five

Get out boxed Staring at four sides and ceiling and floor Don’t feel trapped Open the imagination door No one is ever born without this Many though build boxes for it though In some it claws its way out Give it the creative milk it needs Strengthen the silent side Get to the image reflector Time travel to your youth Mind them days where any item was what your wizardry mind wanted it to be Don’t believe the hype of you can’t or I never had the talent It’s there waiting craving to look outside the box Make it real for the pleasure Get out boxed

Love at finger tips Secrets locked away Confide in the other at high risk Knowing that closeness is not known Naïve we hold one another While passionate heart wants the completeness Could go deep or complete separation Holding a hand of cards While in relations gambling the feelings Giving one another just enough In full moments not knowing one another A play in your domain With blissful forget me nots How many acts will be played? Or will the compassion make the new ground Simple it seems to share much Total trust from gigs of the past aren’t worthy In this never becoming whole Tears capped for don’t want to lose this Love at finger tips

If read wasn’t a four letter Seems in these times read has become the dirty word It’s not a mean word yet In time though when you go read The dirty looks will come This will be such a loss For reading is a great imagination gift Read for many is still a pleasure But still it’s only four letters With this being against the grain It may with any luck it will become an art form For some do already call others bookworms with smirk Now with some pride we need to read ourselves Yeah it has been said Don’t deny this you are already this far Likely though it will be kept quiet If read wasn’t a four letter

Originally mind thinks others repeat Free to say what you want If you like you will repeat to others Somehow this makes it your own Laziness to ones creativeness ? Maybe it’s fear of seeing ones mirror Mimicking does flatter Just selects the sheep for the herd better Giving the chance to become no different All in taste you pout Mind has become iced over Mind the pen it can be mighty Jot or doodle doesn’t really waste Letting the white surface collect dust Only keeps the door to the creative side closed Some may want to know the real you Not the admiration of others Find your way through the known Give your mind the alpha Take the imaginative bet For it may not be for you It will be yours Originally mind thinks others repeat