poetries are word

i just read your blog, it was good i liked that entry. you have such a way with words--you should think about being a writer or something... thats so poetic

hide and go seek
in the back of my mind
i search and i find
something near to what i want to say

its a roundabout stream
while the words float by
broken down syllabi
and i bend under the weight

of laying down outside
assigning value to
aint nothing else i can do
talking shit about a pretty sunset

there aint no justice to
the weight small words must bear
the fruit of things out there
translating to a page

and i would sit for years
sifting through shadows
for words about meadows
and find not a single thing