SAY SO MUCH- before the block burst.

I want to say so much.

Yet every time I see you,
I can never get the words to
blossom on my lips.


I take a deep breath as I take the stairs.
Climbing has been difficult,
but I realize each time,
descending the stairs is so much more
harder to control?

The air rushes past me in a
strong breeze.

Streching my muscles I can go further away from
so many things, but it brings me to places
that are closer to my heart.
Perhaps I may be going to places
that I would want to write songs about,
but I can't tell the difference between
dark and light.
I can feel the wind, but I am blind.


I can feel the pain.
Of a long sob rising up in my lungs like a jelly-fish
globular at the top and
tails below...
stings that leave burning sensations along my windpipe.

Did I find a rake to rake the dark thoughts out? no.
I froze it with icecream.

When a strong shot of inspiration
strikes your heart,
You can't even breathe.
The wind is knocked out,
your brain freezes and
your body spasms:
And you feel a rush of elation,
takes you to a peak like no other.


And yes, I'm depraved of all that.