all this time i'm trying to get you guys to go check out my blog at copper30.wordpress.com and they are down today would you believe it
man that sucks ok i'm going to go ahead and post the unedited version of the poem that i wanted to post over there here cause voices got to be heard ...right


sometimes i feel i'm wasting my rhymeswhy am i writing what am i fightenwhy does my chest tighten when i feel frightenedand i can't stop writing its like a storm inside meit there resting and hiding until out it comes like when the nose runs and won't stop runningthe flows just keep coming like locusti just seem to focus until inanimate objects come to lifeand my pen just starts to write like my hands not attachedi'm away from reality just waiting to come backand when i check my lyrics are as serious as heart attacki'm just afraid one day im going to step out into the rainthe rain of my brain that causes these thoughts to growand the rivers of my thought to flow will someday overcome me and wash me away like the sunshine when the sky is grey they won't both coexist so can i exist with this constant mistthat seems to evaporate and recycle itselfis it good for my mental health or my existential selfi don't mean to be selfishbut i'm trying to solve this before i go off into whatyamacalityou know when your mind ain't rightand you can't right cause they restrain your handsthey download a new program to retrain your handsand they control alt delete gods plansleave it to man it makes me nervoussometimes if forget to noticethat God don't plan instead he's got a purposewhat his is for me is what is so frighteningwhy my chest is tightening because i need to step out on faiths stepsand stop holding on to the platforms that man providesi just need to give over my strides to his sidein my mind im' trying to pick sidesand the good i want to is like can do inside burning like a candle its almost to much to handle so in my stead i hand youall that i can do in the form of my 1,2 ayo 1,2 and you don't stopunless you want to