Tightness like a clamped visor
the spiritless feeling when these hands circle my throat
the illness that left me lying face-up
confronting my weakness, hating my strength
or these are just my ramblings
after that dose of Actifed.
I meant to open my mouth
as I wanted those sounds to come out
sweet in sour, screeching high, tastefully low.
the freeness to explore why my smile should go unchecked
the openness to drive down the bumpy road to my home with a gladdened heart
the unchecked beckon at the harmony behind music that will not let me go
the release of truth to flood my heart and ride open arms of trustful acceptance to a once betraying friend
unleash of my love that it should wash over every individual i touch
so that music would make me cry
just the way love would
and beauty for me, would lie in bold colors
unrestrained waves that break against the earth's shore
and me, at this end
worshipping the cold that would kill me....>>>
