Tuesday, January 24, 2006

Your would be poet…Eternity

I can’t write! I’m no poet! My feeble tries undoubtedly show it I’m done I’ve had it I’m up to here! I hate, I hate the living Their being near Why do I stay! No reason, no way! No rhyme to the rhythm! I’m in my own, perpetual prison IN my bars formed form my thought I can’t be what I should be, THAT IS ENOUGH! I have far too much time! With nothing to look forward to, Nothings there to comfort me! But O’ what could this all mean to you, Do you know what I feel?! what I mean?! Nothing true will come to me, I know what love is… As I know so many things! This!! THIS! This is the thing I can’t express. Do you know? What Its like to know, Know of things You’ve never felt or seen, nor done before! I can not say here Can’t use a word, I know To show you what it like to be, To see To feel To smell I am, I am, insanity ………………………………......... Until I break and seal fate, Your would be poet… Eternity

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