Are we unjust in our biased views of this man?
Yes
Because we do not understand, do not comprehend
Just what Thee Artiste has to offer
A man of modesty, humility
A man fit to take up quill and ink
This sad and lonely unloved man
Reaches far the beseeching hand
Of friendship
We,we privileged few, we who swore to help
Those so deprived
Of litery and poetic skill
That we should now turn the scornful back
Upon one who does so sadly lack
The art with brush and pen
And so I call upon you my poetic friends
To turn the cheek and make amends
For the insults that we threw
So spread wide your arms
Make free the welcome in your halls
Invite the master through the door
Then kick a Carvo in the *****

Find me a calm
In a place warm
Away from harm

Walked across storm

Silent place still
A gentle breeze to fill
High above a hill

A pain doth ****

Peace In the heart
Life a gentle start
Past to be forgot

Oh goodness did stop

None to hate
Not by fate
Calmness be the state

Still waters not too late

Knocked on heavens door
To know my life's score
A little  wild sins to hide
Towards hell sent to ride

Burning hell did I land
Devil himself shook my hand
Oh few good deeds I have done
Dreams of wild hell gone

Reality in earth woke me
Guess one more day I got be
Hell and heaven in earth found
Deeds good and bad circling around

Saint I am not
Bit of love I got
Heaven or hell I may land
Earth worthwhile each second hand

I'll sing of all the ways I miss you
and how this sorrow came to be
the verses, lies I should have whispered
the chorus, truths in harmony.

The melody will break the silence
and call your broken heart to me
to be repaired by love unyielding
to broken hymns in minor key.