With A SNIP IT BEGINS

It starts with a mere thought

Some scissors and a pen

Cut the thoughts into pieces

then the mind can mend

the pieces that are strewn

across the floor and table

for before the act of builder anything

things must be unstable .

Then when chaos rises

and the blood begins to flow

like scissors through a new born thought

the inner juices flow

I stitch a pen to paper

I glue a tear to rain

I put the mess the chaos the storm

into a home built frame

The frame will sit not hung

in a cupboard

on a shelf

For most of what I do create

is only for myself

I hate to hear the critics

The ones that actually know

just how bad my writing is or the artwork

that I show

So I start it all with scissors

I cut them into this

Not a story page by page

nor is it what most wish

I haven't made a dress

I have not made thing

that you can hang from anything with hooks or ropes or string

I cut up pictures

That are all drawn

from somewhere in my mind

as the years flow down the drain

They are always left behind

The joy

well its unstable

but it makes me smile within

for while I am creating art

my inner demons sing

So if you find a collage

on a shelf upside down

In a place that time has left

for others to be found

If its all a big mess

the corner left unsigned

You may have a 1eyewolf

that I have left behind

I hope it makes you happy

I hope it brings you joy

I hope the thoughts of being free

like a dog with a soft toy

I hope it makes you remember

this story

this day

this time

and remember that the joy it brought me

every single time .