I woke up today and I mean really woke up and a familiar voice kept chanting,
Write until you fingers become numb,
Write until your nose bleeds with genius,
Write until your mind quiets,
But don’t stop and let it out like you did when you didn’t realize what this time thing was.
Write so that your head doesn’t explode or maybe it will cause it to explode like a kaleidoscope of confetti,
But don’t stop and let it out like you did those nights when you didn’t care about waking up.
Tell the story of words,
Let it be gibberish,
You could tell fibberishes without seize or need to please Ish,
Just keep going because if you stop than your purpose wanes.
Write to keep creating,
And if you must pause
Spend it making love and pretend to keep procreating,
Or create to recreate that sense of liberating the voices in your head.
Let it seethe from your pores like sweat and blood and stench the air around you.
Let your fingers tire, mouth fire, sound the liar that really tells the truth in spools of metaphors.
Then shout it,
Then scream it,
And pass out mouth open with a dribble of drool
Creating that pool of hope and love, and life,
And wake up groggy from that high stuffing your head with words
Write till the passion fills you up and makes your stomach round
And shit it out because it’s going to be beautiful one day!