Poison Pen: Ink Blots & Gender Bending

[Cas Greenfield]

Writing gives you ultimate power!

Quite a statement, but...once I began writing in earnest I realised that anything you can imagine becomes possible - at least, on the page.

Worlds can be built - and destroyed... Lives created, destinies forged...anything is possible.

I'd love to read how other writers see this.



Here is a short excerpt from my poem about the power we all have at our fingertips.


Poison Pen - Casimir Greenfield

I’ve got something you just don’t understand
I hold your fate in the palm of my hand
Little women, little men
I can change your lives with one stroke of my pen

I can make you live, I can let you die
I can make you laugh, I can make you cry
I can take your pain turn it into joy
I can take a girl and change her into a boy

Slow Poison dripping from my pen
Turning the screw ‘oh… you tell me when'
Cold blooded murder, little ticking bombs
There’s no way out, but you and me are gonna get along just fine…

Slow Poison, tainted blood
Something in the DNA and the chemical scrub
Slow Poison, Quicksilver thumbs
The last thing you’ll see is that setting sun…

I’ve got something you just don’t understand
I hold your fate in the palm of my hand
With my poison pen

I’ve got something you just don’t understand
I hold your fate in the palm of my hand
Little women, little men
I can change your lives with one stroke of my pen

I’m always making notes
nailing down the facts
was it a Diamond tip or woodman’s axe?
Don’t turn the page if you can’t stand the fun

Remington ribbons, little Mac bytes
Nail-biting days insomniac nights
Hand-crafted vellum, Park Drive Lights
Overheard confessions in the dead of night