The Unwritten Spoken

I want to write for you,
but I don't yet know the words...

A single thought of you leaves images swirling and swarming violently around the annexes of my mind,
but the violence is beautiful.

My world is shifted by your presence, thrown off balance, toppled over,
but the chaos is calming.

Entire symphonies and movements compose themselves within me, the ink from the pages forming pools of musical metaphors that flood together until they have no other option but to pour from me, streaming out of my fingertips onto paper, strings, and ivory keys,
but the sound is so pure only souls can comprehend its meaning.

You cause the creation of languages unspoken and unwritten, wars that have yet to begin are fought over you,
but my struggle is worth it.

I want to write for you,
but I do not yet know the words....

3 Minutes of Rediculousness...

A Milli-o-naire I'm a Young Money Milli-o-naire
Tougher Than Nigerian Hair
With a soul and a style that runs deeper than the Nile
I mean dapper like a snapper eatin' sole in the Nile
Go fish then go figure, get your figures get 'em figured Out
Silly like the rabbit but my tricks'll cut you in ya mouth
Like Cap'n Crunch I'll crunch you up and then I'll spit you out
Gettin' indigestion from digestin' all your screams and shouts
If ignorance is bliss, then you happy than a mutha
If you pool together all your thoughts its still more like a puddle
Muddled, I can't understand you, you too jumbled
Stumble, all over your words like Elmer Fudd-le
Shoot ya, Buggs ya, slap ya, mug ya
Straight up disrespect you and I war-o-tug ya
You'll be facin' wards-for but your eyes be facin' wards-back
The only way you readin' is by readin' Chinese syntax...

Hahahaha! I was in a stupid mood...I'll get serious some other time.