I am a writer
aloneness is nothing to me
rather it helps me horn my trade
a time to sleep with words and ram honeyed verses
tenderly skim the hot skins of panting sentences to hear soft moans
breathe in the fire of raging expletives as they surrender conquered

I am a writer
I traverse the minds of others
meeting the nobles who show me great heights
while adding to me the wisdom encased in knowledge bouquets
and lesser's whose limit are the closed sewer pits of literary demise
they the beggars mired in the crippled minds balming words infirm

I am a writer
attuned of a mind beholding no evil
knowing that words maketh  the man or woman
from soul to mind lies paradise or hell as words finds their nests
paying homage and dues to the masters who offers the fitting abodes
in the poisoned minds lies airily thousand poisoned words in refuge