To be the best in all things poetic This makes me wonder.. Why do we gather in rooms Which belong To foolish words To humbled souls and to ******* Why is it we journey togeather Releasing the Entrails of our souls Our meloncoly ways and the sweetness of our hearts For though we all gather For though we all share The gems The dirt The laughter And the pain We all travel our different paths Looking for stimulation looking for our own understanding Looking for a place in which we all belong
I wonder Why is it you come here Is it to sooth your soul To scream your hatred Or to be counted as part of the poetic kingdom Things just make me ponder sometimes This was written on a ponder ...