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To be honest with you all I am but a hack, a fraud I contain no heart nor soul And my mind a blunted sword. Having moments to reflect I now know this to be true Searching deep within myself For what else can a man do? I gaze into the unknown Into chaos and darkness My head spinning in pain How much left is to confess? With paper and pen, I write All my thoughts down as I go This well now empty and dry What is left for you to know? (7 syllables per line)

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Lisa Ricci

Date: 5/10/2017 2:05:00 PM

Hello White Wolf. Top of the day to you whatever time it may be. You are the comedian here. No one could ever accuse you of being a hacker or fraud for you are such an elegant and graceful poet with poetic expressions of your own. We know you were having fun here and time off from the usual. With this being said however we see the cleverness of a reader reading entries from page to page. Well done

White Wolf
Date: 5/10/2017 7:17:00 PM

Thank you for your kind words, Lisa! Enjoy your day /|\

Anisha Dutta

Date: 5/4/2017 12:22:00 AM

Dig the well deeper. Let me see inside. Waiting. Best Wishes.

White Wolf
Date: 5/4/2017 12:24:00 AM

Oh, it's been flooding after this silly write! Haha! Just another turning point! Cheers /|\

Darren White

Date: 5/3/2017 1:12:00 AM

Wow Budgie, you have outdone yourself, what a wonderful poem! Hack me some more, mr. Fraud :) No this is not a Fraudian mistake.

Darren White
Date: 5/3/2017 2:31:00 AM

>.<

White Wolf
Date: 5/3/2017 1:34:00 AM

So good to see the penguin on my page again! I'm into music mode ATM, perhaps I'll put poetry on the back burner for a spell. Thanks mate /|\

Arthur Vaso

Date: 5/2/2017 9:21:00 PM

I have to agree with Chris's comments, this is so well written, I wish to be as good a "hack" and "fraud" as this this!

White Wolf
Date: 5/2/2017 9:32:00 PM

It is such a privilege to be among so many great poets as yourself, Arthur! It sometimes makes me feel fraudish! Thank you for the great comment /|\

Doug Vinson

Date: 5/2/2017 7:30:00 PM

If we give up certain things about ourselves, what is left? Sometimes, the answer is depressingly slight. Budgie, crows are not much different from ravens, if anything crows tend to group together in large numbers more. Towards the end of winter, in the American midwest (perhaps among other places) I've seen crows gather by the thousands in sycamore trees along the Ohio River. Maybe it's by the tens of thousands, for the din is impressive. It's still too cold for most other birds to be singing, and the crows' cawing blends together in a semi-raucous scream, a bit unearthly, like a massive alien choir in the quiet hours as night becomes morning. The first time I heard it it was scary - so loud and unknown - something really bad had to be going on. Now it's just their parliament or whatever passes for a party.

White Wolf
Date: 5/2/2017 7:37:00 PM

Interesting, Doug! We have 3 types of crows and 3 types of ravens here! Ravens being the larger of the two! I live in magpie territory, but the crows are near in the pines! /|\

Darlene De Beaulieu

Date: 5/2/2017 7:13:00 PM

What is left for me to know? Nothing . I like this poem. A 7.

White Wolf
Date: 5/2/2017 7:17:00 PM

Thank you, Darlene /|\

Nette Onclaud

Date: 5/2/2017 12:27:00 PM

ohh, intense wordplay and mood, WW.. i am intrigued!..huggs

White Wolf
Date: 5/2/2017 5:33:00 PM

Thank you, Nette /|\

Constance La France

Date: 5/2/2017 11:42:00 AM

Wolf deep and dark words have dripped from your pen today

White Wolf
Date: 5/2/2017 5:32:00 PM

Thank you, Constance /|\

Chris Green

Date: 5/2/2017 11:08:00 AM

I like learning new things and I just learned that apparently "Hack" and "Fraud" mean fantastic poet in Australia. I didn't know that. :) Thanks Rick.

Darren White
Date: 5/3/2017 1:10:00 AM

This made me LOLOL, for it is a wonderful comment, Chris :D

White Wolf
Date: 5/2/2017 5:31:00 PM

Haha, thanks for the smile this morning, Chris /|\

Heidi Sands

Date: 5/2/2017 10:01:00 AM

I like the expressive write, that came to you in a moment. However, agree with others, your heart and soul are there, showing in the writing we have always seen.:)

White Wolf
Date: 5/2/2017 5:31:00 PM

Thank you, Heidi /|\

Eileen Manassian

Date: 5/2/2017 9:40:00 AM

Hmmmmmmm....Interesting write indeed, but I'm with Demetrios. Somehow...it doesn't seem to reflect WW....but what do I know? ;) We are multifacited beings.

White Wolf
Date: 5/2/2017 5:30:00 PM

Thanks a bunch, Eileen /|\

Demetrios Trifiatis

Date: 5/2/2017 2:58:00 AM

A heartless and soulless man poetry cannot write for he would lack feelings and inspiration therefore your claim I prove wrong my friend WW! Haha! Exceptional deep and honest poem. A 7!

White Wolf
Date: 5/2/2017 3:06:00 AM

Haha, yeah, I was having a moment! Thanks, Demetrios /|\