I feel the urge,
I feel the ache,
I feel my stomach
start to quake

must find my throne
exalted seat
a place where I
can find release

I wonder what
it's all about
as lines and verse
just slides right out

and when it comes
the proper time,
I raise my seat,
observe my rhymes

I can't resist
the urge to look
at what came out
at what I cooked

and when I'm done,
I pull the ****
and send it down
to all you slobs

to make you gag,
to make you think
besides, I'm proud
of how it stinks

a quiet room,
a calming light
is all I really need
to write

a couple tokes
to ease the mind
it helps the words
flow out, I find

and my poems reek
of desperation
when I can't find
the inspiration
can't just turn it
on and off
or sometimes I'd just
make it stop

oh, and uhh,
yeah

a couple tokes,
to ease the mind
to force my work
is crap, I find

but most importantly

a calming room,
a calming light
is all I really need
to write

.
Midnight sees a chain
of lights,
heading into the forest
so dark.

Follow the Will-O the Wisp
at night,
walk with the lone wolf
that barks.

Take that step into the unknown, the path that leads to me,
and I'll be waiting there somewhere, deep within the trees.

So walk that long path
in peace,
follow your dream as
it winds.

Keep purpose in plain sight
to release,
love that is not left
behind.



© Pagan Paul (13/01/19)