I have too much STUFF too much STUFF
It's scary when it starts coming out
everytime I open my mouth to speak
or pick up a pen to write to draw
too much STUFF but I have it
and to survive I have stuffed it
killed it ate it and spat it out
Now it is on the walls
of your very favorite nightspot
I have covered the white walls
with emotion that would not
stay stuffed any longer
with feeling that fell
screaming out of this brain
that imploded so many years
that stuffed it so many years
Now exploding out ward
is the only way to survive
Bright colors fighting creatures
Images from other times
I am not responsible for them
but I did find the paper
and the colors That was hard enough
I did hold myself down
in one space to let it all come out
I did release my own chains one by one
to allow subconscious S C R E A M S
to emerge to build to come forth
I have put my S O U L
on the white and yellow walls
I A M A L I V E
if you will take the time
to stop and look
I D I D S U R V I V E
and I A M here now seeking Humanity
who need to cover walls of black of white
to cover empty walls
from many years of pushing the colors inside
I am here... Are you A L I V E ?
SylviAnn Murray (1991)
All Poems And Artwork Copyright (c) 1999, SylviAnn Murray.
Reference:
Murry, SylviAnn (1999). Poems and Artwork. [Online]. Perspectives. [1999, November 1].
