I am many men of many dreams
swarm of poets, spectrum of moods
relentless in my pursuit
of the perfectly articulated thought

Should I bore you
it will not be by repetition,
varying slants on a similar theme
I will lead you into my rage
allow you to taste your anger
then share with you
my most bittersweet tears

I am an open wound
lightning rod of emotion
who cherishes the human storm

I will never be in books
my history will end with my last breath
but what I give you will never be tainted
by that which comes with discovery