Put this pen to the paper once again
‘Er more like fingers to key strokes
Fast and furious spitting words sick as sin
Shaming the average lyrical bloke
Knowing I posses the talent
To continuously flow effortlessly
With my thoughts to words to vent.
Can’t stop these hands of creation
Laying them to the instrument of choice
An internal spark to start the ignition
And begin to drop the grandiose.
These words are my passion, my voice.
I create from pain and happiness
Writing art with words for broken hearts;
Stories about a mad mans sadness;
His highs and joys- hate and everything dark.
I’ve been around a bit and to be here
Had to fight a few battles that’ll rattle
The average man who lives full of fear.
Not that I’m not afraid of a few things
Such as losing those I truly hold dear.
The fear of being alone will always sting.
I just want to connect maybe for a sec,
To see if I can reach out to a heart
Through all that is dark and spark
A connection so deep and true; me and you
Can be see through and maybe in this world
Feel a little more secure and maybe
For a little while, live with a little less fear.
Draw near to one another and share a moment
Unlike any other, but only after
Walls have come down and inhibitions relent.
June 7th 2011