Experimentation #1.

An experimentation with rhyme because I'm trying to improve my poetry.

Late night sitting in front of the computer trying to make a presentation. Listening to psychedelic songs. Delicate play of balance. Hating fluff. Sudden inspiration of the uttering:

Words are not born out of ease.
It gets harder when I face -
the articulation
the manifestation
the realization
of the bad interpretation.

Bad interpretations are bad. So perhaps I should explain myself. This poem is on the process of how words come to be, from the mind to the sound wavering in the air. Writing is responsible for expressing exactly what's thought. Such task is not easy. I often find myself stopping and selecting the next word. For me, each word is intentional. Unintentional words ought to be eliminated. That's the first sentence.

Then, in the process of translating thoughts into words, there's an alienation of the mind - for a second I have no idea where words originate from. It is instinctive and raw. The natural is the unprocessed. The alienation manifests itself through metamorphosis. It realizes itself through articulation. Here the danger of obscurity approaches as the thought no longer is the thought.

I think twice before moving on.