My Ode

its very hard to say who i love the most i love all poets from coast to coast dickenson, poe, frost, shakespere an endless line of poets i fear but when it comes to real poetry and some not all may agree there is none better than sorrow or greif to bring to life ones poetry they awaken a ghost living inside me holding my attention ever so silently they share our spaces with a sombre pride tell their stories with tears in eyes they aim there words at broken hearts and with a tired line they start others unpoetic they wail but all from abuse and death they hail they bring the words that stir our equlibrium make us cry when our spirits meet with them laughter and happiness they have their place but saddness and toil you cannot erase i'll screem my sorrows as high as the listening skyes rage with anger as if my soul died and with my words dampen every eye inspire, unite, defy, denigh and teach make it seem as though i preach make them look up to the stars and think about there own scars (I would have won that contest.)