I Am The Chosen

by Dan Gasser on Wednesday, July 21, 2010 at 10:36pm

The art of the mind
Can reveal itself in so many ways
These ways do I unwind.
In rhyme, song and prose or even screaming in a craze

I rant and I rave
in circles at times
I bellow with laughter
Whilst crying with the chimes

Nature is music to my ears
Her words are soft and gentle
The wind blows, pokes and jeers
Laughing together with the sounds
Of the truthful noise that brings us close


The words stream together
In a blissful mindless mush
Of thoughs, feelings, and whatever
At that time happens to be our crush.

This night I feel lucky to know
My beliefs will bring not one tear
For my cock rises up to crow
My proud thoughts for all to hear.

Its about time I know what I wanted
Its time I fought for how I feel
For my steed to finally be mounted.
And ride off into the sunset for real.

So tell me mother nature
Am I the one you seek?
To whirl me about spinning my yarn
Do I have no paddles in this creek? ;)