Without malice nor forth-thought,
     no wide dee what aye will write
and thus would gladly take suggestions,
     hence **** sitter this

     manifesting poetic effort an in vite
unusual, yes, boot
     oft times mental blitzkrieg
     brainstorm relapses (pondering)

     the same trite,
hence on a whim aye pulled
     out all the stops in an effort
     to zero in on an in site

full topic in situ, which need
     not be politically wrong or right
and trying to tow the line (to avoid
     upsetting some person,

     faction, ethnicity...quite
impossible, and...oh gnome hatter
     that any individual
     could share unpleasant

     worldly news, (aye avoid
     gloom of neigh sayers),
     and much prefer to weigh in on
     the contemplation of a personal plight,

which sudden on rush of ideas
     (akin to an emotional tsunami)
     usually occurring at night,
whereby an indomitable surges

     of overwhelming might
flashes thru my consciousness light
ting up thine entire cerebral circuitboard,
     whereupon this white knight

feels mounted up a wild steed
     with fiery eyes that seem to ignite
reining up on hind quarters
     to an exceptional height

and now reached a writer impasse, I abhor,
      where flow of bubbling ideas
     find me marooned as if
     stranded on a sand bar

     came to screeching stop, thence desperation
analogous caught in a traffic,
     and ready to jump out the car
or perhaps feeling

     a day late, and dollar
short aghast that glib flow, an exception
     that showed me as a
     false prophet with no exemplar

of English language with prospects
landing deal as best selling author far
remote then getting struck
     by lightening twice starkly aware
     ma fingers could not even play
     a one string guitar.