BioRhythms

Creativity come to me
I need this presence to survive
for my goodness, health and well being

The night is young, but my emotions are getting old.
with stagnant fear and anger living at the foreground
rotten disgust, molding hate
I need a new beginning,
a new start
give me a chance to re-invent the wheel
before giving in and surrendering my heart.

cliches rocking the boat
uneasy with choices i’ve made, i spin
around and around.
around the castle,
down in the moat.

thinking clear is far too hard,
i’ll call it mental constipation
I need a natural remedy
a psychological laxitive

Writing symphonies from my heart strings
my wind pipes bellow
to the organ of my lungs
synapses turn to syntax
fluid streaks of notes scattered like stars in my ears
new ideas take shape
new paths created in the absence
of my old tired life.

The night is young, but my emotions are getting old.
with stagnant fear and anger living at the foreground
rotten disgust, molding hate
I need a new beginning,
a new start
give me a chance to re-invent the wheel
before giving in and surrendering my heart.