tell the world

I wanna write Til its late at night I wanna tell the world How once I was hurled Into this fate that couldn’t wait every time I write it’s not black in white It could be for you It could be for me But whatever it is I can’t let it be Some say its passion Some say it’s cashin’ Some say its flashin’ brutal tongue lashings who wants it as bad as bad as me there doesn’t seem to be anyone in love with me that doesn’t have to keep me from my dreams there is a rhyme that is out of time I like to think of it as only mine Something that shines That I designed Something from the mind Not from the vine Something I need Something I bleed Maybe it’s something That I must concede it only takes a spark alone in the dark I wanna drive all night ‘round the metaphor park does it exist maybe in bliss maybe a fading of the cuts on my wrists I took all the losses one human could take Kissed all the crosses And prayed not to wake But every time I did As a little kid I’d run to the pen And get rid of the ache It’s a therapy It takes care of me And if it’s good or bad It’s always there for me Sometimes I hate it But I think that I’m fated To be the kind of poet That never will be sated I wanna write Til its late at night I wanna tell the world How once I was hurled Into this fate that couldn’t wait every time I write it’s not black in white I know somehow I gotta pay the bills I never once was out looking for thrills Matter of fact I’d like to make out my will I got nothing And its fine with me Sometimes there’s more Than you think that you see Tell it to my lady Who is screaming at me But how can I work To get the water heated When this song is so far from completed Doesn’t believe in me Like I wish she would All the girls online Think my poems are good But that’s not true I take a step back I wouldn’t take a lady If my life’s not on track So I’ll be alone til my day is done then I’ll be carried off to the setting sun I hope that the world Can take the weight from me I think I’ll be so heavy You won’t be able to see The sun blotted out From the ink that I draw I’m floating on the clouds And I hope that you saw The last words that I wrote Swirled into the sea There might be an ocean But this wave is for me I wanna write Til its late at night I wanna tell the world How once I was hurled Into this fate that couldn’t wait every time I write it’s not black in white... (fade) Written March 25th, 2002 © on Mar 25 2002 02:48 PM PST   0 • 10