Take me from this [UNABRIDGED]

Set me down,
Set me on my way,
down the road-side.

Set me down,
and set me on my way,
and take me from this.

Set me on my way,
to the job well done,
to the once safe-heaven.

Set me down,
put me on my way,
take me from this,
put me inside.

UH~!

Set me off,
Set me inside,
and ignite,
the page with,
the fury of ink.

I'm moving towards the one truth that,
I know.

That truth is you.

Oh-Yeah~!

Take me from this,
world in shambles.

I only wish to say,
I love you,
one more time before,
I meet you in the,
after-life.

So,
Take me,
from this,
world where,
we all,
die young.

Na-uh~!

You can't see,
what I see,
yet you,
know what,
I know.

No-Way~!

This is,
getting insane,
This life,
this world.

So,
take me,
from this,
life.

That has,
too much,
shame.

I said, "No-Way~!"

Set me off,
on my way,
towards,
my heaven,
my vahalla.

I'm ready for it.

So,
take me,
from this,
life.

That has,
so much,
wrong.

Life can't be worse,
yet never better.

Set me off,
in my own way,
in the fury of the ink,
on the page.

This isn't a race,
it is a,
educational span.

What if we all die young?

We will be,
less educated,
then,
the wisdom,
loving ancient Greeks.

I hope,
that,
I can,
That,
I may,
be able,
to remember,
my education from this life.

What education?

My spiritual,
my physical,
and the many other,
mental education,
as it may,
help me succeed,
in the future.

I wish to say,
on my own accord,
that this life,
though it may suck,
and blow us out of the water,
we need to focus on bettering,
ourselves,
our friends,
our brothers and sisters.

What do you mean?

I want you to,
go through,
life learning,
all you can.

Go through,
it all,
so that,
you,
maybe,
able to,
LIVE SUCCESSFULLY.

UH~!

So,
set me off,
like a gun,
with an ever ready trigger.

I will be,
on my way.

Oh-Yeah~!

I will be,
on my way,
now that,
I know what I know,
now.

Now,
in the mean time,
take these words and,
let me know where to go,
my love,
"I love you, my focan'na"

Focan'na?

Yes,
I speak,
a language,
of my own,
with my love.

Now,
Let me tell,
You as you're,
still here.

here talking to me.

I want to say,
that there is so much,
noise,
in the world.

To clear noise from you head,
but yet still have noise from the world,
you must meditate.

Meditation is the,
answer to how to heal,
how to,
move on from hardship,
Move onto the after-life,
peacefully.

Peaceful? Since when did that count in anything?

It counts for the higher spiritual guides,
the ones,
the ones that go,
ignored,
ignored by the general public.

Yeh,
the general folk,
may not realize she is there,
but she is there,
to me...

...and,
that is that really matters,
right?

I guess but what if you don't see her any longer?

I would,
love not to see her any longer,
as it would mean that,
she has moved into my life world.

I wish to,
say,
a few words.

A few words,
being,
that I love her dearly,
yet I hate the thought of it,
not her,
but the thought of having to die,
to spend my eternal life,
with her,
my,
focan'na.

Are we getting distracted from the point?

Yes,
which is the purpose of,
this,
this poem.

Is to ramble and make points of my life.

Really? Can't we get back on target, back on the reality?

Sure.

So,
take me,
from this,
life,
with,
all this,
hatred.

Hatred,
hatred of race,
hatred of humanity,
hatred of spiritality,
hatred of religion...

The list goes on,
and on,
and on...

I just hope that you can,
understand this.

Though my life is,
voluptuous,
in plot,
it is,
intense,
with love,
and passion.

Set me off,
in a fury of scratching,
ink,
onto the page.

So what?

I found a world worth dieing for,
can't you tell?

So,
take me,
from this,
world,
this world with so many people,
dieing with,
no meaning.

Ok, I sense you still have more.

Yes I do,
I'm a bit rambling today,
So on with it eh?

I've been,
beaten and battered,
so much,
that this all is,
starting,
to come together.

Beaten and battered,
to a point of comprehension,
not mis-interpretation.

To a point of comprehension,
not mis-interpretation.
Like so many before me.

So many before you?

Yes,
there have been,
others,
other,
'one's.

Other 'one's,
when most are just,
zeros,
filling in the page to make us,
blend in.

Blend in with the,
crowd,
the crowd,
cluster,
what ever,
you want to call them.

I wish to say that,
You are apart of the plan.

We are not all,
in the range,
yet are,
apart of the domain.

So,
set me off,
like the fury,
of the race-riots of the '60s.

So,
save me from this,
world,
with so much,
hatred,
hatred of color,
hatred of hypocrits,
yet we all are one,
of them,
the hypocrits,
if we don't,
agree,
with the truth,
of the matter.

Truth of the matter being,
that there is,
hatred that isn't even spread even,
left un-controlled.

So,
take me,
from this,
world,
save me from this,
world,
with so much,
death for,
no reason,
no need.

No need in fact when you hold,
grudges,
hatred fumes,
just let it go,
as it makes the world,
a better place,
a special place.

A special place? Didn't you use that in one of your other poems?

Yes,
but,
I am using it with different meaning here.

So,
take me,
from this,
world,
full of,
dismay,
but what is this,
I see?

Is it love for...what?

Don't ask me,
because,
I don't know.