The reason I am here is because of you
You created me
In your image and
I am grateful for that
Yes I live a good life
I have nothing to bitch
About my life
Yes the winter is killing me slowly
I hate to go out in the winter
But I have no choice
Because walking is good for me
I don't like the short days
That we have in the winter
It gets dark at 5:00 PM
Every single day
Good night my God

My particles will return to their origin,
as some theories go.

I am not resigned
to continuation without memory.

So, I'll rely on you
to keep the tiny fragments
from dispersing without care.

lifeless bodies bedecked, 
donned and hashtagged 
with trappings of battle hymns

strong and brave men and women 
gave their level best

crème de la crème

strongest and bravest
leaving grieving significant others

with emotional agony

within treasured chest

o'er the redoubt

the enemy did crest,
where lovely bones

of forebears for everest

battling hostility over

well fought over ass strew turf

among warring factions finessed

"workshop on the hill"

After his years in the guild,
the young crafter chose a rise
just beyond the bend
where the road split
toward the plains on one side
and the high country on the other.

The hill was not grand,
but it held a view
that let him see travellers
long before they arrived,
their figures small against the horizon,
their pace telling him
what kind of work
they might need.

Many years ago
You have chosen me
To be your poet
And I am so happy that
I am your poet
All the poems that
I write have different feelings
That comes straight from my heart
Also I don't have to brainstorm
When I am writing
It comes to me automatic

Oh, cabbage and beans, I can't afford rent

I just can't believe how my paycheck was spent

It's not like I'm living so high on the hog

Everyday has become a perpetual slog

Then I look at the pics of the ballroom he's planned

It warms up my cockles and opens my hand

I find it inspiring how they're all getting rich

While I sit here farting from hunger and bitch

And you might think it strange that I can't let it go

But deep down, I'm quite a maga-nificent hoe

So dry up your tears and squeeze out a shout