Phases of the moon /the wane,

Inspired by JAMcF

Hoisting flagstones of poetry

upon a broken mind,

in passion and anger and..

a toll upon thy shoulders,

you write because you must

you write because you can

you write dyslexic night shame blues

you write because you are,

you are a writer, dude,

and have a ravaged, savage heart,

full of fun and empathy,

and a dirty dog's gone blues,

licking your own balls,

who could disagree,

you write because you have to,

you have no 

/ f*****g choice;

thoughts recede and cede.

Reviews

[Kelly Scheppers]

You've made me wonder what will happen to all I have written, after I've departed from this world. Thoughts to ponder with no explanation.

[gram linski]

The essence and being of all poetry lives on, constantly encouraging new generations to write and to read, and thanks to tinternet our words are immortal, thanks for reading, Kelly,

[Kelly Scheppers]

My pleasure. Nice to meet you!

[apennylate]

Hella raw
No.
F*****g..
Choice...
Dizzlexik bahloos...
Hoisted me as does the crane support the folly of the dog...
w/e the hell that means...
I felt inclined to write it...
No...
F*****g..
Choice.

[gram linski]

Great scat, free flowing read, nothing silente about it, thanks, glad you liked it

[apennylate]

Absolutely, no problemo, friendo

[Chris Shaw]

Saying it as it says it on the tin. Easily understood, but not plain and simple. I like what I read here..

Chris

[gram linski]

Hey Chris, this was inspired by a poem by John Alexander McFadyen, but it relates to all the great writers I have come across on this site, including you, and all the ones I have yet to read,

[Chris Shaw]

Well then I thank you for your consideration of all writers on this site :) Good when we can inspire each other to write.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Whatever the f*****g prophet said!

[gram linski]

"Ah grasshopper, stop licking your own balls,"

[John Alexander McFadyen]

But they taste SO good!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

yes, thoughts give in to the pen...and go down on paper...and then when they recede, they are gone.
I always feel like i am just a conduit...not really responsible for the words, they just come and i put them down on paper...never sure where the inspiration really comes from...but a ravaged, savaged, and dyslexic heart bleeds onto parchment...we are the instrument.
j.

[gram linski]

I totally understand, j. I am just a scribe, the words tumble jumble into my brain from places and muses unknown, I don't know the meaning, the ending, where the word flow will go and the pen stops when it wants to. as one conduit to another, write on muse, write on,

[Edie Blue Starfish]

I was just saying to a friend recently that I don't know why I write.
I just do. I think there are many reasons and yet no one specific one.
good poem

[gram linski]

thanks Edie, it's an addiction, it also cleans out the brain leaving room for more s**t to invade, ad infinitum, lol