My head full of noises and nowhere to go,

My heart full of feelings and no way to show;

So I sit here alone in the dead of night,

I close my eyes and begin to write. 

Protected by my anonymousness,

To all my sins I do confess;

What need do I have to keep them hidden,

In a cyber world where little is forbidden. 

A simple man with keyboard in hand,

My fingers type what my head and heart demand;

Sometimes with song in glorious surround,

Then times when only whitecaps and storms to be found. 

I write to show my wisdom and wit,

Expression is the thing of it;

It’s not important whether I’m ever read,

I just want to ease the noise in my head. 

Like an oak from an acorn small,

My thoughts spread and grow wide and tall;

With nowhere to go they branch to my heart,

And that’s when I sit and my writing starts. 

It isn’t my eyes and fingers you see,

It’s my head and my heart that tap on the keys;

There are things to be said and expressed by me,

And without offense it doesn’t matter if you agree. 

So I click and I tap and I giggle and growl,

And often I laugh but more often I scowl;

That’s just me in the way I say stuff,

I guess you might say the Ol’ Bear can play rough. 

Born to wolves, every step taken was earned,

Pain always came with the hardest lessons learned;

Early on I knew who I would be,

A late night writer that no one can see. 

So here I write on another night late,

I work hard, I play hard, and I always pay the freight;

My successes are many and my losses are few,

But it’s my failures that seem to monopolize my views. 

Without apology I am writing once more,

To amuse you and amaze you or possibly bore;

So comment and rate or leave me unread,

It doesn’t matter anymore.. I just want these noises from my head.