Where can I go?
Can I go across the road?
I am a chicken.

I am not a poet
But when thoughts, like rain,
Drench me in my solitude,
Words, they flow like a stream.
I am not a poet
But how can I see
The simpler joys of life,
And not create a song to be sung.
I am not a poet,
Nor an artist.
I am myself,
And you are my masterpiece.
I am not a poet,
If you are not the dream.
If I am a poet,
*Then you are what sets these pages on fire.

If I can't find you in this lifetime,
I'll find you in another.
I'll wait for you forever,
you'll always be my lover.

Thy greatest poets
Aren't the one's who put all their money into their work's,
The greatest poets
Art the ones who art poor
With no loot
Not putting their work out there
Just writing poems in a secret notebook
For their eyes only!!!

A poets brain
Is like
A schizophrenic
Going in all different directions
With so much to sayeth
Yet no words to cometh out,
Only pens full of ink
To runneth dry!!