I was just going through my head notes and re-wrotes....and came up with a finished writing that will become a re-write piece to say the least....I begged and pleaded with this now completed much needed sheet of paper that let my pen...that I used...to write a complete poem to compete and show 'em me the "Eh Hem Pete".....

hi....may I....have a moment of your time? to unleash my mind from this surge of words that I purge from my eyes so I won't be going blind no more or suffer from the eyes sore that I bare and bore before...it's not fair to endure a nightmare...or stare at the door when I'm awake...looking for...something to adore...but see nothing more....I care...but I swear...I will not compare my writing free to my daydreams and streams of words that I see to other people's poetry I am merely just being me...myself and I...

hi...can I have a moment of your time? to unwind these blind binding words that are becoming more and more my vision...it's like I'm in a prisoned prism...locked down pen in hand...writing position...GO!...but woah...where do I start?...how could I part the ink from the pen...and begin to write a rewrote note....on this sheet of paper?
I know...here we GO....creator...Roses are Red...Violets are Blue...never mind...can you give me a moment of your time....? can you be so kind...and listen or read and comprehend as i stand here and recite these blinding words that I will rewrite....that my Pen's ink will bleed to write from its statue of nature onto this sheet of Paper from my mind the creator...Hi...Can I have A moment of your Time?