by Carmelo Piparato

Created on: July 05, 2008   Last Updated: July 07, 2008

Since I regained imagination;
words won't stop rearranging.

Think that I thought that I thought what I thunk
If I don't type it I'll sit...in delusional funk
Can't help my self, my fingers just fly
They fly and I sigh, can't figure out why

Mind it is racing and wizen about
Fellows keep telling...I'll get all burnt out
Devotion, revoltion, obsession, compulsion
Can't seem to slow down this outpouring of notion
Pray and sit quietly while in meditation
From mind come the words of revitalization

try to relax, think of ocean and birds
Thought stampedes on as if cattle in herds
Walk then run then sit quietly down
feel at sometime that I'm acting a clown

Expressing myself with my voice face to face;
I find very difficult, I just can't keep pace
Thinking and tongue get all tangled entwined
I get all confused words don't seem to unwind
Here while I type...think of words I can rhyme
Become so serene...words for me can stop time
So I set and I type what my mouth can not say
For me it just works in a magical way

I'm learning to live with emotions and pain
So if you bear with me I might not go insane

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