Written

 I'm going to write something.

It might sound like a poem
like a rap like a song
by the flow or the tempo or rythm of its movement
from tongue to brain or words to eyes
and truly no lies or honesty in disguise
like parasites who want a bigger slice of your bread
or the bigger side of the bed
like they were there as helping hands
or with help in their hands
when you made it happen,
hence they misuse it like they do with what we write
or recite or decide to share
because we care to bless their souls
and bring peace to their lives
but they step inside and re-write and re-say what we said
and say they said it first
like they can handle the fight of losing words
or flying kites when skies are cloudy and black
or purple or just tired of people like them
who keep burping our words and phrases
from pieces we wrote and they ate.

I'm going to write something...and some will relate.