Sometimes its just hard to say it.

Another poem.

My arms are sand paper
Lay down a beat
My heart's a wash board
Make a rythm of me
Sculpt my body into someting new
Scult my life into something old
Turn value of the fading blue
Into someting old
and something new

Take the values of the day
Of the ever changing grey
And sketch the light out of my night
Breaking bricks
And breaking bones
Scatter the dust into a box
Bury it on the mountain tops

My arms are sand paper
Scratched
My heart is a wash board
Played

Turn me
Hold me
Sway me
Change me

Sing me into a peice of art
and hang me up upon a wall
Turn me into something new
and something never known at all

But before you chisel my life away
Sing me to sleep
In the midst of the day
My arms are sand paper
My mind is grey
Feel the beat
Make a rythm of me