| | I don't usually write poems. One day, a few months ago, I wanted to write something. Anything. This is what came out. It's mostly stream of conscious writing although I have revised it a little bit. It may, in fact, be terrible. I don't know. Here it is...
The Beat Must Go On
Whatever moves me I write
Pen hitting the paper
Measures of brilliance
Poured out over remnants of trees
Gallons of ink spilled like blood
Gushing my thoughts
For what?
Does anybody listen?
Does anybody care?
I don't know
But I do it anyway
I write because it makes me feel alive
If I keep it inside I feel I might die
These words might kill me
So I choose to expose
My inner thoughts and feelings
Putting everything out
Hoping somewhere, somebody feels it
Do you feel it?
Do you feel this rhythm of life
Oh the beat must go on
Do we march along
Or do we march alone
Me must keep on marching
We do or we die
Bud do we ever stop to ask why?
Or where? or how?
So I sit in my silence
I sit in my chair
I sit and I die, alone, no one cares
But the beat goes on
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| | Posted 4/20/2008 10:57 PM - 32 Views - 2 eProps - 1 Comment
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