A Poet Cries Real Tears

a poet cries real tears I am speaking to you from inside my head I shake it and out tumbles words in scrabble pieces shiny lacquered squares to build a thought that will express the what and where, of my yards of thinking. Some times it claws and rends a thundering lion of ideas; anger, hurt wanting to shred the very existence of those who lie and cheat expose their greed and noxious deeds in a way that all could see and understand that we are not sheep who sleep upon a heap of disaster. Again I shake and springs forth hope and tears that carry away the anger clear my vision to see a homeless man helping some one in greater need a child looking in awe at Santa Claus asking, a gift for another soup kitchen volunteers lining up to feed the world. all the many hidden kindnesses that travel upward across the sky leaving tiny trails of light and hope. we do not need more words we need more people speaking out more gentle love and understanding breathe the air take in the hope do not let those who are dark with their burden of cynicism belittle the silver threads of humanity for no matter how worn the phrase how ill-used it may be goodness still exists and will live forever. GOODNESS WILL TRIUMPH!!!