Notebook 012

Grandpa Tells A Different Tale
Journal Entry: Sat Jul 8, 2006, 1:23 PM
If I asked you to tell me a story what would you deliver?

Would you conduct a simple plot, with a humorous aftertaste?
If so, I really don't want to hear or read it.
Not today anyway.

Give me epic.

And no, get rid of that so smirking tender little smile that thinks it can
fill up and satisfy my want with its dainty simple tale.
Delve deep into that place you've locked up all that time ago.
Face what you've been turning away from so hard and tell me how it feels.

Tell me what you see and spell it out fast.
Don't care for punctuation grammar or verse,
just let it tell itself cause once you get your mouth moving,
your mind will fold upon the secrets you're scratch-tapping at and soon you'll
be wholesomely consumed by what's underneath the surface.

I how I am in awe of you now.

Im sorry it took you so long to cover it up,
but please expel it towards me if you're angry the sight.
Vomit all intentions of poison with velocity in my direction.
Show me the rage, and sanity abandoned as you strike.

I want to feel your past.
I want to feel your problems.
I want to feel.