poetry has rhythm, it has heart

but only when the writer does his part

emotions flow and emotions go

in the unconscious down below

thought is left so far behind

better to put reason out of mind

if you truly wish to write

from yourself you should never hide

others may ignore or detest you

but no one needs to come to the rescue

for the writer is never truly lost

just searching for what they want most

is it really so incredibly hard

to engage your soul and heart?

maybe it is, maybe it is not

you know you are no robot

so take all your grief and pain

and all your crying in vain

and stuff it in some deep place

far away from the earth’s face

so that one day you can rise again

clear from all that troublesome pain

as a glorious example of the light

as someone who can do it right

and your own faults you can fight

this may not be me but the alcohol

but he’s a talented bastard, you should know