I am going to take a crowbar hit my head

Keep hitting it until I feel like I am dead

Going to hit my knees until they are gone

Hurt less than staying in the dark alone

I will take a drill and drill in my head deep

Until all of my brains out of my skull seep

Take my fingers and pluck out my eyes

So I no longer can gaze upon all your lies

Going to take a chainsaw cut off my arms

So I can no longer hold close what harms

Instead of being forever re-membered

I will be forgotten and dismembered

Some of us have it
cause we are
born with it
but some of us
don't but
wish we did.

I'ts a curse for most
and also a
power for all.

Wisdom is what
we all want and need.
We crave it like a fat
kid craves cake
or a nympho
craves sex.

Wisdom is a part
of us if we know it
or not.

We are gathered here together beneath the stars
which gaze in wonder at us from afar.

We who have chosen to descend in our flight
and inflame the world with a more noble light.

To perhaps change the hearts and minds of those we touch
with gently offered words that can mean so much.

To rekindle with our breath the dying embers of hope.
Giving people new strength, and helping them to cope.

With the problems that life carelessly tosses their way.
Giving them one more reason, to go on living for another day.

A poet is a shooting star that burns with briefest light.
He glows with glory from afar, then disappears from sight.
A poet flickers in the gloom, a solitary flame.
A ghost, who haunts a garret's gloom, without a famous name.

A poet's words aren't wonderful, though from a merry heart
a feast of fun and fellowship a poet may impart!
A poet is the scourge of God upon the tyrants bold.
With words he'll smash their iron rod, as prophets did of old.