House of Blaze---:Written Special For : Last Chance Contest

Should my home catch flames; ABLAZE simply one collection shall I salvage to spare my brain waves from becoming a maze of craze ahhh...my beloved Poet Trees shall survive...as to my soul they arrived with much thanks but NEVER from clever, contrived, silly, pink think-tanks rather; they gather where my third eye winks then blinks and just as the silly mind sinks to sorry new lows a brand-spanking-new tree's seed grows keeping me on my two FEETS' toes fueling my soul with free flows; chill as "Chili Fritos" freeing me from creaking sinks and freakish stings...allowing me to sing where the air lends friends that bend, like ten thin yogi's zens and the wind blows like Hurricane Hugo's saving grace in the face of disgrace, I increase pace, to beat Hell's fire, in this race my Poet Tree's divinity, lies within tiny limbs and hymns weighing in on the decision keeping Rosy posy prosey in my vision instead of hording my corny flicks n' flings, or rings n' things, like holy-cannoli rings, or roly poly bling, that I surely do not need or eat like knish treats or fish meat so while it may seem strangely neat to see me refrain from placing fame on games n' things like Gnip-Gnop and my freakin' flips n' flops...I say "Let them flames burn red instead till they don't stop!" ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ***Note to reader... the "POET TREES" mentioned in this piece are a depiction of an extremely insane catalog of thousands (nearly all hand written) original poems I am fortunate enough to have written in life. They are absolutely the only physical possession of true value to me, as they are detailed visions, dreams, and documented journeys I will NEVER take for granted! Mankind often tirelessly politic, fuss, discuss or argue about ability to "be a poet or a real writer" within academia and other literary circles. I make a living as a humble writer and I say, who the hell cares! This is NOT a talent, it is a very vivid experience and I am merely a journalist, just like all of you. I encourage each one of you to listen ONLY to the "WELL SPRING" placed within the guts of our existance~~~~~~~~JSLambert~plant your seeds and read the Poet Trees!~