The Poet

June 12, 2009
the poet
So many times I have been told that yes
I have a gift for writing, but it's not perfect to literary form.
That Poets like Poe and other greats wouldn't give it a
second glance. As I sit here today, I honestly can tell
you this I don't ever seek fame from the inspired words I
have been blessed with being the vessel for. All I seek is
the one soul that mends or relates to it's message, the one
heart that sheds the tear of joy at the peace it may bring.
If that makes me wrong then I am glad to be wrong.
For writing was and is never meant to be uniformed nor
can you learn it, well enough to be given the words the
artist above wishes to be expressed for his children, it's
all within his time and his plan.
I sit down and I let his mighty spirit guide my hands as I
write. What ever comes out is what should be.
Remember at one time most writing seemed to not be
uniformed, the rough edge of a truly gifted writers hand
and soul is a true gem and should never be polished.
For them to be able to capture into mere words a
enchanting feeling and putting it to pen and paper in such away
that makes at least one soul soar and reach for heaven's
embrace. That is pure magic and a gift from god's own hand.
The poet......