Sometimes I get ballistic,

when beiing artistic,

just to raise an eyebrow,

but any poet woth his salt would definitely know hoiw.

My mission is to sit back and concentrate,

to flow my words just right,

so you relate,

to draw you in to share in my pain or glory,

pulling you deeper into my allegory,

until the very end.

Few of us become a star,

we are lucky if anyone

remembers who we are.

Till my dying day,

I will put forth my art,

as long as blood keeps puimping through this heart,

in hopes that in a huindred years or so,

my name will live on,

and people will know….

Who I am.