The Passion of the Pen

All this passion bottled inside me
I think that’s where the trouble comes from
Where the “If I could just get out of my skin and go somewhere” feeling starts
A quiet volcano rumbling just below my right temporal lobe
Threatening to melt me inside out
And the only pressure valve is here in front of me
If only I could get passed the film, this velum that holds me in
I can see passed it to the blurry beyond, watery shapes and thoughts not fully formed
But just at the tip of my tongue
If I could write while I dream, set my hand on auto pilot
It might come out better
While I sleep the epiphanies come and the world takes order if I could grasp those images and take them with me as I wake
To throw them on paper and cement their existence
If they are not to be released before the pressure peaks
Like Pompeii it’ll be, infant sentences frozen in shape as they were the last moments of their life
Like super heroes flying by leaving but a trail of red cape, wearing masks to conceal their true face, my most creative thoughts costume themselves during daylight hiding as if vampires only to suckle on my life when I close my eyes.

Fill It With Music

One note
Beat
Slow and soft
Draw it out
Breathing deep
Caress the room
Sliding guitar strums
Down my back
Bring me to life now
In another realm
Beat
Flying faster
Moister on my windows
Evidence of excitement
Sing it loud!

What I Miss Most

Saw your car today
Drivers seat empty and parked around back
How much is triggered by a simple thing
That red paint, the memory it brings

I still have my spare key
Unlocked the door; curiosity
But found not sign of your life with me

Wonder how it'd make you feel
If I were to reveal
How cold and strange it is to grip
Another steering wheel

Bet you thought my secret would be
How it's hard to sleep without you next to me
But I find, even if I dig way inside
That I miss that damn Jeep more than you

I packed up and left all my things behind
Threw my old life and pictures aside
It had been over for months but was hard to admit
We had invested a lot, I just couldn't quit
Until you proved what a true ass you are
I filled a suitcase and got away far

I looked back just once
To catch a last glimpse
Of the four-wheel drive I knew I would miss
My two door with sunroof is no substitute
I miss that Jeep Wrangler more than you