I am a volcano; I will erupt
I can feel the blood pumping through my head
and it hurts
I've been bottled inside for too long
Oh, how much it makes me want to destroy
Destroy everything in my way
See these tears?
I'm tired, I want out.
DO YOU HEAR ME
LET ME OUT
Otherwise I'll destroy myself.

some want it, I don't want it, I
want to do whatever it is I do
and just do it.
I don't want to look into the
adulating eye,
shake the sweating
palm.
I think that whatever I do
is my business.
I do it because if I don't
I'm finished.
I'm selfish:
I do it for myself
to save what is left of
myself.
and when I am
approached as
hero or
half-god or
guru
I refuse to accept
that.
I don't want their
congratulations,
their worship,
their companionship.

I may have half-a-
million readers,
a million,
two million.
I don't care.
I write the word
how I have to
write it.

and, in the
beginning,
when there were no
readers
I wrote the word
as I needed to write the
word
and if all
the half-million,
the million,
the two million,
disappear
I will continue to
write the
word
as I always have.

the reader is an
afterthought,
the placenta,
an accident,
and any writer who
believes otherwise
is a bigger fool than
his
following.

Hey, you
Yeah, you
the one way over there
ensconced in tall grasses
where do you
think you are
going
you extend a hand
and loving heart
to so many
and so few
see your brokenness
your pieces of shattered
glass from
all four of those
muscled-*****
blood-flowing
chambers in your chest
              all over the floor
And Hey
I see you
I see you deep
Your molecules rising
Up unto
that soul's
brightness and
so beautiful
outlook
wisdom gained
from time
mixed with pain
             and rhyme
Hey
Let me
wrap my tendrils
of healing all and up
around you
right through you
Hush
No need to talk
         Just let me
press my
blood-pumping heart
right into
        yours
Feel it
Let my light
infuse you
Let me touch you
deep into
under skin
just like
you
    touch
            me

If kisses were raindrops,
I'd send you showers.
If hugs were seconds,
I'd give you hours.
If smiles were water,
I'd send you the sea.
And if love were a person,
I'd send you me.

We bid farewell to each other,
And tears from our eyes flow.
I make promises,
Which will turn out to be fake, we know.
I wish, just for once,
Time would fly slow.
My true feelings,
I cannot possibly show.
We'll meet again for sure.
What? You think, no?!
Are you going to try?
Oh, please don't!
To stop me?
For God's sake, no;
*Because to come back,
I have to go.

Two souls that were meant to be.
Spent their time searching for their other halves.
Two souls that were blind to see.
Blindness split them into two separate parts.


Their memories stuck in each other's minds.
Sadness evident in their eyes.
The thought about each other made their minds ran wild.
How they wish they could go back in time.


Two souls that suffered in pain.
Regretting why'd they let each other slip away.
Two souls that want to try again
Hoping that they're not too late.

This song reminds me of her voice,
funny how, she was always my choice,
until the day that I met you,
and silly me, didn't have a clue,
that you would make me feel this way,
and it breaks my heart that feelings don't stay,
because though you once though I was great,
you haven't cared as of late,
and that'd be fine it'd be all cool,
if I wasn't stuck here like a love-sick fool.

there are worse things than
being alone
but it often takes decades
to realize this
and most often
when you do
it's too late
and there's nothing worse
than
too late.