I am a simple poet, yes, I dare to call myself a poet
matters not to me if anyone else calls me that
I know that poetry is a part of my soul, the best part
you won't need a dictionary to read my work
it's simple, like me, sometimes it's ridiculously silly
when I'm in the mood to obliterate the pain
sometimes it's as honest and raw as my emotions
when I'm brave enough to face the anguish

blood flows on my pages, overt or covert
you may not see it, but it's there, lurking

sometimes I pen fantasy worlds into existence
where no one knows my name and I can be anyone
or no one, nothing at all, just an observer
fly on the wall, powerful creator of a universe
who finally has control over.....something
they say there's a lighthouse on the hill
beaming light into the night for lost sailors
but often I feel so lost not even God can find me

the waves around me never stop pounding my heart
herculean gales blow me here, there, into oblivion

but there is no oblivion and no escape anywhere or ever
and I realize, full well, I am broken beyond repair
there are no magic words or potions, no prayers
powerful enough to heal these wounds on my spirit
so until I leave for another existence....somewhere
I will pen my simple poems of humor and agony
of love and passion, horror, pain and nothingness
and I will dare to call myself a poet, even if you don't