Calculated, the coolness, through heart, comes erect.
Instantly, the eternal is taken to flight.
I’ll find gratification in what I create.
Immersed in self-expression while transforming hate
Into something aesthetic, I pray that I might
Have found just the solution that I can respect.
Life is less of a burden when energy flows
In accordance with patterns ordained by the nerves.
Passion pumps through the system to compress the air
To uplift sympathetically, with loving care,
Heated hearts of the spirit who truly deserves
Some relief from restrictions that life may impose.
Simple, friendly aggression, the kind felt in sport,
Yet with heart super-heated to such a degree
That it jumpstarts behavior is something to feel.
I can see life as mental but is my life real?
I cannot take for grated that which can move me
Toward creative fulfillment because life is short.