i have a burning in my chest ...
i am a mad poet ...
words are spilling out of my pores ...
the words that don't get used and make it to paper ...
are all over the floor ...
glad to be anywhere near me ...
knowing they have come thru me and that at any time ...
they might get the call ...
i love them as my children ...
i love them as my partners ...
i love them as my allies ...
they love me ...
knowing they were born in my blood ...
remembering how long they have waited ...
for the time to be right ...
they recognize me ...
as their father and their mother ...
they ride the burning in my chest and wait for the moment ...
knowing i am a mad poet ...
Jan 25, 2010
Jan 25, 2010 at 3:08 PM UTC
i have a burning in my chest ...
i am a mad poet ...
words are spilling out of my pores ...
the words that don't get used and make it to paper ...
are all over the floor ...
glad to be anywhere near me ...
knowing they have come thru me and that at any time ...
they might get the call ...
i love them as my children ...
i love them as my partners ...
i love them as my allies ...
they love me ...
knowing they were born in my blood ...
remembering how long they have waited ...
for the time to be right ...
they recognize me ...
as their father and their mother ...
they ride the burning in my chest and wait for the moment ...
knowing i am a mad poet ...
Copyright 2009 Jeramy Hale