I want to be heard,
I have a heart,
I have a mind,
I want to write,
Write what?
Poems on an empty page,
An empty screen,
Wean! Wean!
I wean this drivel,
So that I may be heard,
Hear my drivel,
Comment on it,
It’s my drivel and I’m proud of it,
Polluted minds...
Dare I say?
Polluted hearts led astray,
You want write then write,
Write what?
Write what’s good,
Write what inspires,
Write from the Heart,
Even Imagination,
Not a sloppy manipulation.
Poems are great,
Poems can be beautiful,
From the heart,
From the truth,
From the center of our creation,
Otherwise it’s nothing but a pointless regurgitation.



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