Inspiration

When you don't know what to write about, write about that.

Looking for that inspiration,
for little Hamtaro in my head,
to get the wheels spinning.

To get the gears turning,
to get my soul burning up
this excess, for it's best
that I forget, but I bet
that I won't, cause I don't.

I never, cause it's better
for the past to be behind you,
instead of dead and gone,
and beyond.

Don't let it go,
just let it flow,
from time to time,

It'll give you that rhyme,
to move your soul,
and flip your heart,
just tear it apart.

But it's all together,
in glued pieces forever.
My inspiration was supposed to be
reality, but now it has to be,
gone.

Hamtaro's starving.
My heart is craving,
for the wheels have been slashed,
and the gears are rusted.
My soul has been busted
into pieces,
separated into the earth.

And I find them,
but then they dissappear,
since only love
is everlasting.

And only that
can put me together again,
from this mess that had no beginning.
Let my poetry express me
even if there is no meaning...

-Jerisson DeLaCruz 5-16-10