Fire in my belly,

Fighting the waves that attempt to douse my voice

Inflamed by the heated debate between mind and matter,

That questions by expectation or by choice?

 

Disguised behind lips that part to a smile conditioned to maintain its sweetness 

There you’ll find the

Lumps of coal lodged in my throat 

Tired from the labor of producing enough honey to sugarcoat 

 

Your words and offenses 

To make them more palatable to digest 

Staring directly, over,

Under, sideways and around the suggestions 

But in the end, it only causes indigestion.

 

The debris that lay scattered, in my furnace, undigested,

Feeding the inferno of

Words unspoken, 

Clawing to be released from a space all too congested. 

 

Lullabies from around me, I cannot lean on or depend,

Even the sweetest of tunes can produce the bitterest of notes

If it is my own anthem I must mend.

 

The heat from my soul, cannot be dampened or swallowed,

The eternal beat of my visions only pulse stronger 

Of dreams that refuse to be hollowed. 

 

The thirst from my soul cannot be quenched by the water yet to be swallowed,

The eternal beat of my visions only pulse stronger 

Of dreams that refuse to be hollowed.