Who is the poet whom writes opening his heart and his mind,
Twisted, insane, or just reaching out to make sense of this damn world,
To know me you must read me and discover the paths that I have laid out,
Logically painted with words for only those who truly think can follow,
A puzzle for certain but indeed a solvable one,
Often we write about others or atleast pretend to write about others as we pop out a poem and another and another,
Instead we write about ourselves as nobody else will,
Poured out on the table like spilled milk waiting for somneone to take notice and give attention,
Craving the touch of someone elses words, the sound of someone elses voice, and the touch of someone we can truly call a freind,
This world is pale and plain so we beckon for the stars,
If i'd been a wolf I would howl under the moon calling for my family till someone replied,
Oh heavenly body my arms are stretched out and I hold you to my bossom,
This world inadequate and chaotic yet still is only a taste of bread amongst a feast of fine food,
Colors inhibit my eyes to amaze me yet eyes turn to the stars with little color in amazement,
I am "The Poet", I feel, I sense and I write,
No words are escapable, no Topic elludes me nor will any be banned from writing,
My freedom of voice is posted, typed, texted, Myspaced, Youtubed, as I scream out to all to listen,
Many ears dont listen, many eyes dont see, many minds dont share, but still I will write as it is my duty,
For I am a "Poet".......
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