1. Memories, For, When I Am. (Being edited 2024)

Spew

I'd like to convey my thoughts onto paper
so I can relate myself to anyone
who might read what I write.
the thoughts that I spew from my mind to
my mouth, into text onto papers gathered round

I can't help it, I want someone to know
these thoughts that ramble on and
collide in my head,
I see myself making an effort and
as I'd see it like to happen it never does

To compare myself to a coursing river
would be very accurate if I could do so,
but if I spoke up would I lose my anonymity?
but I have to decide whether to come through
and spew from my mind these thoughts that stick like glue
that whisper in my ear hardly heard and barely said:

"we're stuck on you, stuck like glue, there's absolutely
nothing you can do, speak out and speak up
be rid of us by your luck, put onto paper
the story you'd wish to share
and just like dust blowing through the wind
we'll be long gone and out of your hair."

as easy as it seems, yes, I believe it true
something such as this is not such a task
so I find it, but is merely an easy source to vent
my life's story

I have trouble speaking yes I know it true
but this is how I should convey my story to you
for I know you will find it fiction, I don't see
that quite hard though precariously far off

I hear the thoughts in my head
the words that I know to be my own
that I wish to let run free like a coursing river
spewing into the vast sea,
but knowledge is power, power that can
become absolutely corrupt,
so then I find it harder to speak up
and speak out so instead I will stay in
my asylum of thought, never releasing
its patients from its gates.

Spew