Violence

The way you feel when there is inspiration hiding inside, begging to get out. You have to get it out.

I can't explain,

inside my empty caverns,

below

my desperate, future, mornings,

the dark brightness that fills,

fills

renders me to sleep,

when I feel taking

no more-

no more,

can happen

no more.

This viloent explosion

expired

extinguished

by watery fingers,

clamoring

voices, rival poets

My teachers,

this is such a dull world

such a world, devoid of,

without that rocket spark

a need for that violence has- arisen

a need to speak

I need my violent voice

to rub my eyelids, my esophagus

against no judgement

for empty,

empty pathways

will come alive- become a gunshot

in your ears,

a spear in your heart.

Reviews

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

I must say you have made quite a impact on your return... I like the symbolism of the violence being the need to make some noise if you want to make changes in this world... BRAVO my friend.