something to write for
that I do not fear
loss of the fright leaves me wordless
nothing can catch the thoughts
ripped away in breathless wind
of a passion never touched until now

sweet things I do not tend to enjoy
ice cream, cake, peppermint sticks
pass me candy, I say nay
(unless there is a rare occasion of hypoglycemia)
I do not really relish sugary sodas
or cinnamon toast
I prefer spicy when it comes to my tongue
sweet things I just have no taste for
but  I find you pretty sweet
and I really like you
so maybe I enjoy sweet things after all
I just needed a new flavor

Angst, suffering, anguish,
The birth of many monumental works.

Contentment, settled, confidence,
The death of meaningful poetry.

Poets long for contentment,
I have a loving wife and kids.

Poets aim to find the eye of the hurricane,
I love my career, twenty years now.

Poets strive for confidence,
Something to search for.

Angst, suffering, anguish,
Why do I lack confidence?

Thank God,
Something to write about.