Something Inside Me

Something Inside Me

I have a story to tell

And this tale dwells, from beneath my being

My blood, sweat and God-given soul is what I’m freeing

Provided with wings and things, to keep me fleeing

Because I am nowhere near this cryptic bondage that Earth has upon, you

And with my confound metaphors and illustrious phrases

Given by the Almighty, Him….

I want to develop hymns, for her and him

For she or he

Satan let me be, because-

My soul is bleeding implements that I can nearly desire, nor inquire

I’m on that shit you just admire like, yeah

But at this moment

All nouns, sounds, pronouns shall disperse

All prepositions, acronyms, and resplendent adjectives shall rise

Reaching to my epiglottis and leaving like BANG!

Reaching all boys and girls, so they shall

Produce this material and make this

Language or Art more beautiful than I have ever made or imagined

Because what you see or hear tonight

Is not just for me

What you see or hear tonight is not just for you

What you see or hear tonight is nothing temporarily imaged or fugitive

Nor is it some slapdash on society

This is History