boring train rides and a spark of inspiration

(unnamed and new)

I am born with this fire
This burning animal like desire
You want to go i'm a step away
Here I am
On the top of my land
Teeth clenched fists raised
Come on here I stand
I am calling out your name
Lets begin this game
You step close
Words spoken inaudible now
The hate has taken over
I am alive with this rage
It is the same feeling plastered on every page
So come on you know the deal
I no longer want to feel
You want to run with this train?
Then STEP UP!
Moves in…..
Gentle push to get things started
THAT’S IT ALL SANITY HAS DEPARTED
The beast takes over
I run in. throwing caution with the wind
Fists fly I don’t care where they land
I keep throwing till I can no longer stand
There is this desperation
You fight back now throwing in your jabs
Pain seers through my chest
Who cares whos best
I rise up slowly one hand on my knee
God how this makes me free
Bruised and battered
But calm and collective
Blood runs down my face
Only now do things seem back in place
We regain our composure
Two miss guided creatures
Both bloody both worn out
No more screams no more shouts
We have found our way out
We wrap arms around each others shoulders
Glad to have gotten rid of that boulder
The rock that weighed us down
And we depart
Feeling content amidst the pain
Promising to find a time to vent again
we leave and go about our day
feeling no shame
for we have played our game
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since reading more and more bradley hathaway my whole style has changed i have begun to depart from a system of rhymes and have gone for the style that bradley holds where he writes as he would speak it. with as much fire and passion in his written word as he could ever muster with the words he speaks.