I'm putting pen to paper but unable to find the words ,
A buzz in my mind writing is my cure,
I could stay up all night just to find the one simple phrase,
The ones I thought before,all a haze.

I think it through& through again,
But still only holding in my hand the pen,
My hand is shaking , tapping as thinking ,
As I slowly can feel my heart sinking ,
I think of the past words I have written ,
All of the topics I was mistakenly hitting.

But tonight nothing coming to mind,
The words inside unwilling to subside,
Collision with heart& mind and soul,
This pen& paper beginning to grow old.

My mind for awhile has been empty,
Don't get me wrong words have been pleanty,
But nothing like poetry to clear my mind,
Not the easiest of things I could find,
Perhaps this is a good thing & it is starting to sink in,
My happiest days are waiting to begin.

Dear Mr first name only somethings ya do dont really
make sense.
But even a drunk like me has to say it's enough.
Cause my drunk *** cant even stand let alone  strattle a fence.

Points was  the first straw  my invisable friend.
To make ten comments for a point.
Well i got far better things to do with my weekend.

And one night as from the bar i did crawl.
Thought i was just drunk off my ***.
But dam if ya didnt take down the wall.

But it's okay cause if ya wanna be on the list
you can always buy a place.
Ya know your dealing with poets right?
Hey some kid just took his parents credit card
and stole my place.

Mr Elliot  should i stay silent in fear.
It's hard to shut a good drunk up.
Was it you that put that horse head in my bed
and drank all my beer?

And while certin people gave us the name
they gave my foggy mind a idea to.
If ya keep us going at each other  then
that keeps us fom going after you.

Mr Elliot  please dont  read this and
make me dissapear.
For I'll take refuge  in my pub.
hide behind the women  and gaurd the rear.

Yes im the ressident ******* and clown.
The bartender to the masses.
Who preaches drink up and get down.

If it aint broke Mr Elliot lets **** with it till   it  is.
Let me hand ya a beer.
Shake it up good and watch it fizz.

Hello I hope this isnt goodbye.
Cause it just aint  much fun without Gonzo.
Im a drunk a *** a nut a pervert and a pretty nice guy.

Dear Mr Elliot sending me away wasnt  very nice.
When i think vacation  I think sun and sand.
Not the north pole  hey were the ***** santa?
Well  least for my drinks i got pleanty of ice.

"Fear nothing but fear itself",
       Oh why then this storm within myself?
                Is it simply the Great Unknown?
           Or my destiny written out in stone?

Had I but a glimpse into tomorrow
Would that perpetuate my griefly sorrow?
Yet I'm losing the present joy
In my "what iffs"mantra -I seem to enjoy

             Living within the present moment
       Gives you the strength and atonement
       Making ones worries fade throug the                                                  wind
       Finding the courage deep from within

"Fear nothing but fear itself"
Oh how I have laiden my heart to delf!
And ever so gently
Lost sight of blessings a-pleanty

                 And I find myself without hope-
                     And I find it difficult to cope,
                          For I' find whithin myself

                               ( I )
          Fear more-than only Fear itself!!

Beyond the piles of fractured rocks
And the dunes that echo empty
Lies no more songs of the wind
Or any fruits of pleanty
The sky it darkens so much so
That the nocturnes all come out
But not a star nor moon is there
Just black fog seeping out
The trees are withered well and good
From poison tears that fall
The creatures move - mirages
Of what they were before it all
No more ocean and no more skies
When plastic people pester please
The forges of nature overrun
With men of metal and guys of greed

- Anisah Mariah

There's pleanty of scope I hear people say,
scope for things that could make your day
roll it all out like a giant rug
give your shoulders an expectent shrug
not the time to reflect on the past
those fading memories never last
grasp your dreams by the tail
the futures waiting to set sail.