To be a poet
Is not to burn the paper with your words
but to be heard
when drifting smoke of love and life is gone
the poet in us carries on
when ink and page and pen are embers
it is the beauty one remembers

I know that our efforts all come to nothing. Analyze life, tear its trappings off, lay it bare with thought, with logic, with philosophy, and its emptiness is revealed as a bottomless pit; its nothingness frankly confesses to nothingness, and Despair comes to perch in the soulI know the end of us all is nothing, I know that at the end of Time, the reward of our toil will be nothing — and again nothing. I know that all our handiwork and all our ideas will be destroyed. I know that not even ash will be left from the fires that consume us. I know that our ideals, even those we achieve, will vanish in the eternal darkness of oblivion and final non-being. There is no hope, none, in my heart. I know, No promise, none, can I make to myself and to others. No recompense can I expect for my labors. No fruit will be born of my thoughts. I know the time — eternal seducer of all men, eternal cause of all effects — offers me nothing but the blank prospect of annihilation. So, my dignity is broken and weak, in recognition of my impending defeat.

The man who is alone, who stands on his own feet, who is stripped bare, who asks for nothing and wants nothing, who has reached the apex of disinterested­ness not through blind renunciation but through ex­cess of clear vision, turns to the world which stretches out before him as a burned prairie, as a devastated city — a world in which no churches, asylums, refuges, ideals, are left — and says: «Though you promise me nothing I am still with you, I am still an atom of your energies, my work is part of your work; I am your companion and your mirror as you march on your merciless way. But I owe nothing to any one. I would be responsible to freedom alone.

Challenge me intellectually
Inspire me spiritually
Support me emotionally
Excite me physically

I’m trying to write
About happy things
Because I no longer
Want to be sad.

The problem is,
The well runs dry
Whenever I run
Out of bad.

My pen doesn’t work,
It won’t write at all
Because the ink
Was made out of tears.

I have nothing to say
So maybe I’ll try
Again in a couple of years.

A muse will amuse herself with little interaction that spark the fires of artistic endeavor.

A muse will amuse herself with the poking and proding of the weather beaten beast that boasts of great skills in the caging of thoughts and feelings.

A muse will wither away in a place where there is nothing to amuse herself with...

Therefore she will search for that one hunter that can track down the wildest of ideas, the one that can take down the most dangerous experiences and tame them for the masses.

She will land on the shoulders of that one predator that can drag prey into the dwelling of the many and feed them all with the morsels of this glorious hunt.

So hunt on, dear hunter.
Hunt on and be the plaything of thine muse.

Can you write with a broken pen?

Can you send out the words that reverberate within your soul if the inkwell has dried out?

Can you scribble away at your own thoughts if the paper has been hollowed out by grief?

Can you author a better future with nothing but your bleeding fingers?

I inhale
All the words and the pages.
I consume
All the plots and the ink.
I require
The letters and spaces
Like oxygen that I need to breathe.
I exhale
My thoughts onto paper
So that they won’t ever die.
I release
My viscera into the water:
My soul caught up in each line.

"Unleashing the Soul's Journey" [Three]

In the dance of life, find your rhythm,
Let your heart guide each step, a beacon.
For within you lies a universe untold,
A symphony of dreams waiting to unfold.

Embrace the journey, both highs and lows,
For each experience shapes the path you chose.
In the face of adversity, stand tall and strong,
Let resilience be your anthem, your song.

When doubts arise and fears take hold,
Look within, find the courage untold.
For within you burns a flame so bright,
Igniting passion, setting your soul alight.

In the tapestry of life, weave your story,
Embrace the challenges, bask in the glory.
For every obstacle is a chance to grow,
To discover the depths of what you know.

Embrace the power of a grateful heart,
In gratitude, find solace and impart.
For even in darkness, there's a glimmer of light,
A reminder of blessings, shining so bright.

Choose love over hatred, kindness above all,
Let compassion be your guiding call.
For in spreading love, you'll never be poor,
But enriched, forevermore.

Embrace the whispers of your intuition,
A guiding compass, a divine provision.
Trust in the path that's unfolding ahead,
For destiny awaits, leave no dream unread.

So, let your spirit soar, let it fly,
Reach for the stars that grace the sky.
In your uniqueness, you hold the key,
To unlock the magic, to set your soul free.

I hope this poem continues to uplift your soul and inspires you to embrace the beauty of your journey. May it remind you of the power, resilience, and infinite possibilities that reside within you.

"Unleashing the Soul's Journey" [Two]

In the depths of despair, where shadows reside,
A flicker of hope, waiting to guide.
Through trials and tribulations, we find our way,
Unyielding, persistent, we rise each day.

When storms brew and thunder roars,
Remember, within you, strength soars.
For within every tempest, a calm does abide,
A resilient spirit, ready to stride.

In moments of doubt, when faith is tested,
Believe in yourself, you are divinely blessed.
The power of your dreams, your purpose, your might,
Can illuminate the darkest night.

Embrace the scars that tell your tale,
They speak of resilience that will never fail.
For what doesn't break you, only makes you strong,
A testament to the battles you've fought for long.

In the silence of solitude, listen closely,
To the whispers of your soul, speaking softly.
It knows the way, the path to your bliss,
Follow its guidance, for there lies your abyss.

Seek inspiration in nature's embrace,
The gentle sway of trees, the sunlight's grace.
For in the simplicity of the natural world,
We find serenity, our spirit unfurled.

Choose kindness as your guiding star,
A ripple of compassion, traveling far.
For in lifting others, you lift yourself,
A selfless act that fosters inner wealth.

So, embrace the journey, the highs and lows,
For they shape you, as life unfolds.
With each new dawn, a chance to renew,
To discover the depths of what you can do.

Remember, you hold the key to your fate,
With resilience and courage, you navigate.
Trust in yourself, let your spirit ascend,
For your soul is limitless, its beauty knows no end.

I hope this additional poem brings you even more inspiration and lifts your soul higher. May it remind you of the strength, resilience, and limitless possibilities that reside within you.