THE POET

Words flow onto paper like rain, forming
giant rivers of unseen lands.
The very force guides us along a journey
that holds of great adventure.
We are the explorers of the literary world.
We must find the courage to write what
others are unable to, with the greatest of
passion.
A poet dreams, and then must portray his
visions upon the page that lies before him.
It is the beauty of all things that inspires us
to communicate in such a way.
A man does not wake up one day, and decide
to become a poet.
It must live in the very blood that courses through
his veins.
He is the creator of a world, only he has known.
He is the actor and director, of all that speaks
out through his pen.
He is a man of all men, visionary of all
visionaries.
What you haven't seen, he has.
What you can't say, he can.
For he is the poet.

PEACE OF MIND

Carry me out the ocean, where my drifting
thoughts flow free.
Guide them to a far distant land, that only
the mind can see.
There I shall paint a great portrait, of what
this world should be.
A place without senseless wars, and human
poverty.