old poetry - the spirit strangling

alright, well i'm digging up a bunch of old poetry from my brother's old 'written minds' msn group and posting it here lest the defunct thing ceast to exist and erase my boring creations. so, i suppose i'll just start posting them,

one at a time.

this will be a bad thing, all the rest of my articles, including this explanation, may be buried if i find much in there...

here's the first!

the spirit strangling
4/20/2004

kill me ever
stain me inside
i'm slower than never
i'm ribbon red lies

i'm harnessed in cages
as wide as the sun
set free in new pages
of a story undone

you've murdered my sickness
starved every pride...

and in these vast heavens
i'm blistering in your heat
circles of twelves, sevens
ecstatic light at my feet

it was worth every stain
it was worth the burn and itch
it was worth every pain
every bruised turn and pitch

for along the ride
you tore up my insides
to make room
for the new me

the old man
you suffocated
suffocated
completely