Before the wind wounded me.

Before my petals broke.

Before my roots withered.

Before the cold silenced me.

I was a flower.

Now I am nothing.

I’m truly a wordsmith with poetry and rhyme…
If you haven’t realized it by now, I guess… you must be blind.
I really don’t feel bad if you don’t like my page…..
I have a place where my poetry’s all the rage.
In his head yes!
****! .... I wasn’t even speaking to you Chris….
Who’s Chris?
Oh!... Just the voice in my head… which the last words… rhymed with…
Who thought you can actually do that with words…..
You mean, put it on a treadmill backwards… and still make it come first.
Yes it’s a skill…. I probably mentioned this before….
It’s like the words just flow…. from my third minds eye’s core.
I completely zone out….?
Yes! …Please don’t pout… I’m always on the scout ….for my scythed words to put doubt…
Or even reroute…..
Your thoughts or your feelings……
Maybe in theory…..then you’ll like these pages.
If you haven’t realized it by now…
I’m Mr Farzee…..so please just stay calm.
Maybe I should just try… and put that diff-erent-ly……
Mr Farzee… in actual fact …is just me.

Come and join us
You will fit in well
Our minds intwine
We are all of a kind.

Let's make plans
And lets shake hands
Together we get on fine.
So welcome to the Club.

You have a face that fits
So stay within our circle
Together we all click.