this is not for the talkin'
but more for the walkin'
soup to be eatin'
muck and mud that's still seepin'
tryin' to reach the love of the deep and
speakin' a language
that's born out of anguish
power in poetry
when you hear it you know it's me
live for my father GOD
and die for the the hate in me
Copyright © brian anderson | Year Posted 2009