Xpression.v2

The Beginning (10/15/2005)

It’s funny how this started, a boy became an artist
Writing out the rhymes with the pain inside my targets
It was art from guys like Vargas that made the journey hardest
Comparing words to pictures, I drove myself retarded
But, so I disregard it and look back upon the moment
The first time I took a pencil and paper and just wrote it
And little did I know it, this shit would be my calling
A crutch to pick me up everytime it caught me falling
Or when it saw me stalling and frozen in confusion
A flow right through my head, like a burst from fury’s fusion
Cause the words obscure delusion and put me right back in the race
They settle every nerve and bring me calm, a better pace
And when I get the taste of the anger and frustration
Like a burst of peppermint, a breath to keep me patient
They give me strength to face it and fight hate with a passion
The flow erases every trace of lost hope and distraction

But, let’s get to the scene, the whole story of creation
The pain to plant the seed and the words of my gestation
With intentions for a girl, to express my inner feelings
To show her I was warm and had more than jokes for dealing
Composed up in the attic, of sorts, inside my church
I was really on the job but I could not deal with hurt
And suddenly these words started forming in my mind
It all seemed so absurd since I was never one to write
Though everything felt right as I grabbed hold of the pen
I grabbed a piece of paper and walked upstairs instead
Far from where’d they’d look, I hid inside the bathroom
Couldn’t care how long it took, so I threw my little tantrum
I finished and I sat still and I pondered what had happened
Where did this all come from? Was it the proper course of action?
But soon the satisfaction came into realization
Now the words are like a drug and I could never just replace them

Notes: This is a simple retelling of the first time I ever wrote a poem. I briefly go over how I was a little envious of the visual artistic skills of people like my friend Mike and how, at the same time, I was feeling the beginning of everything I would feel in the next couple of years. In the heat of the moment and with some intent to impress a girl, I simply ran upstairs to the “employee bathroom” in Regina and just wrote a short little crappy poem.

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