Vain emotions guide how one sees the world
'Tis a way of life for one who's a child
True passion & purpose exist in the ether
A resilient one growing, wicked & wild

Inspiration
When it hits
Has one near the end of one's wits
Each word I'm posting
Keeps me from ghosting
Instead, I will write poet tree
Maybe in verse or mayhaps in free
It does not matter so much the whole lot...
The feeling of ending is the feeling I've got
It's what happens when there's no more writer's block..!

Through thousands of storms
Through bitter winds and snow
Through distant foreign lands where few are known to go
Through abattoirs that house rotting flesh and swarming flies
I travel ever forward, for I will not be denied
I'll brave Hades where tortured souls wish for brief respite
Fabled Fields of Elysium? I will not spend a night
I'll be not seduced by pleasure, tarried not by pain
Nothing will deter me
I travel not in vain
So still I journey onward
Through dark valleys where but shadows lie
Through unforgiving deserts
Parched by endless summer sky
I wade through lifeless sloughs that would persuade one to resign
Though not one on a journey of as great import as mine
Beyond the words oft spoken
By those who would be heard
For every word's a prejudice and I will not be deterred
Holy texts and ancient tomes seem to me devices
To make a man forget his way and lure him into vices
And the aftermath of entropy
All creation's derogation
Tells me my journey's at an end
I've reached my destination
Standing face to face with God
I know I'd best not linger
Unto Heaven
I raise my fist
Extending my *******