What it’s all about
is there on the wall…
Each letter I type
is a tear that won’t fall…
Each tear is a story;
Each word is a blessing…
Do I really see them
or am I just guessing?
The visions I see:
a man singing sweetly…
With talent that shakes you
and takes you completely…
The man is singing
his beautiful pain…
In my own quiet way
I’m doing the same…
And it heals me to see
that such pain can convict him…
Screaming through poetry;
I’m not a victim.
I write about life,
of sex and of death…
The darkness inside
is what I love the best…
For Michael
and my horrible choices…
For David
and his beautiful voices…
For people I meet at random
while watching…
The writing is back
and shows no signs of stopping.
Written by Jason Wright
September 24, 2011
For the record, the art was supposed to be view from my heart, looking down, seeing my ribcage and such. It was clearly based more on a feeling than any anatomy or science! lol
