a thinker, an inker, a provoker,
but why are they so much better,
ballers, batters, singers, dancers, stars,
why am I not that good
liars, stealers, rule breakers
maybe who I am is ok.....

I was birthed from darkness
into light the echo of that time
still lingers within with each write.

I am a carousel of emotional wisps
that coalesce on the page in forms,
that are only known through thought and pen.

I am neither a child of darkness or light,
I existed between the twilight, my ink seeks
no praise just to read it is enough.

I am a inker of words that are from thought
to form, and I am in this for me not others
some cant digest what I ink and what they read.

*"I thank all who read my ink and see you on the next that is seeded,

The general loved missiles.
He got a tattoo of one.
A big super-duper boom stick.
Boeing MX Peacekeeper ICBM.
Ten MIRV'd 335 kiloton warheads.
City killers on our heathen ****** enemies.
The inker moaned like a boiler.
Huffing and puffing.
You represent evil.
You're the military industrial complex.
You're gonna wipe us all out.
And a dozen more rants.
The general sat there.
Listening and getting his tat.
Why didn't you say no, son?
You never had to do my tattoo?
What you represent is madness.
All that firepower, aimed at Russia.
Well son, that's the way the world works.
They aim their SS20s at us.
It's all madness.
Nice tattoo by the way.
I'll remember you when Reagan orders me
to order my boys to push the red button.