Like the light of God radiating outward and inwar
dSomething’s become clear
And pureI
won’t tell you what it is
Partly because I don’t want it to go awayP
artly because I’m insane
Writer
Everything Was Better
Everything was better when you were here
I can’t seem to shake this confusion. This fear
Cripples my mind – I have no ideas
Everything was better when you were here.
There are too many rules now
I can’t pause for break
Without wasting precious life
One mistake
Could send me back to the fucking stone age
Locked behind bars – the law is my fate
But when free, the law’s my fate anyway
I cannot control my life
It’s strange
How strangers wrote the rules
Without me
And yet I just accept the values
Of people who lived when I wasn’t born
Much less learned
Much less aware of the problems that burn
And create this confused and luminous fear
Everything was better when you were here
Writer’s Cube
Anything that stops
Me
From opening this book
Is that really what I want?
If you got words
You need to flaunt
Writer’s block?
More like
Writer’s cube
Rubik got me @ a loss
It’s like a coin toss
I always lose
A death wish
I granted you
Against this inward
Attitude
I put down the pencil
I shut the fuck up book
And listened
For quite some time
And bit by bit
I lost
You,
My muse