i tend to roar through
somethings..
then agonizingly going over
all the details

a lot of this crap I write
is total bullshit fiction
but a lot of the lines
come from very caring
hardcore people who
put up with no shit

most of them were
people who were fearless
are fearless
not afraid
They Live...

out of the blue
they would drop
lines on me
prose lines
rad lines
that were
rocking right on

years later
it comes too me
in dreams
memories jarred
out of the blue

and Im like
fuck...they really
gave a shit
now its too late
however
I know they know
me..
I know that they
will go
He will get it
one day
He will know
I loved him
even when he
could not love Himself!

Thank U!