Yep,
I did it
I finally filled the halls
300 soldiers of word, standing by
300 birds, let out of the cramped cage
300 thoughts, marching down the street
A soft fire flickering
With 300 feet of smoke

I poured everything
Of myself, of my fears
All my hopes and love
Everything I've dreamt
And all the beats,
Of my sometimes mechanical heart
Into these poems

300 poems like a small kingdom
Each one, catharsis
Each one, a frustration
Each one, a gift
Like the old sweaters;
Grandma gives each Christmas

And on this day,
I ***** a pinnacle
To each moment of anger,
Each feeling of love,
Each pain that echoes,
Each sign of creativity,
And look over the pain of life

I want to read your poems
I want to know I'm not alone
Take everything of yourself;
And melt it into a colorful pen
Write until your fingers bleed
And share of yourself
Never be afraid
We are your peers,
We are your lovers,
We are your friends,

And just as your have been,
for me
We will always be here,
For you.

A smoky bar
Dimly lit, and extra dingy
Not the ma' and pop place
You'd want your kids to go

Those barstools
They always knew me
The way I liked to lean
And listen to that thump

That baseline
Oooooooooh
On an old Rickenbacker bass
She was tuned way low
Low like she meant business

Thunk
With a chunky fuzz
Through a B-52
As it rattled each empty glass

And boy, the ones not empty
Whisky waving
Like a ******* T-Rex
Was walking to your Jeep

Sometimes,
It's only music that
Will ever thump to the beat
Of your heart

Your strength
Is indissoluble
And absolute
Like the weather

It may change
And fade away
But it will
Always return

Its shape
Is indeterminable
Its weight
Is unmeasurable
Its power
Is invaluable
Its presence
Is indissoluble