Because writers are humans too,... well, most of them at least resemble humans...when you look at them out of the corner of your eyes...in a dark room...with strobe lights. Ok, I take that back, but writers are on this earth too!

 

…Is A Writer Never Read

4.13.2016

 

What more can I pour

To fill your cups

Pour my heart out in words

Just to make you look up

 

How many lights must I turn on

To shine in your eyes

To find myself standing

In the light effort buys

Have you take notice

As you’ll seek out why it is

You need to shade your eyes

 

A writer never read

Is a bedroom without a bed

A pen with no ink

A pencil, no lead

 

And a song never heard

Never sticks in someone's head

Is a hunger never fed

Is a love never shared

Is a writer never read

 

I have given…

I give…

I will always give my best

Give the very best of me

My very best to be me

As that is what I do the best

 

My bare feet on the coals

I’m facing the fire

But the sun’s at my back

And I’m fueled by desire

Gotta keep my cool

Try to keep it real

Try not to be the fool

That unread words

Want to make me feel

 

A dozen years

Of early mornings

A dozen years

Of late nights

A dozen years

As a writer believing

An audience desires

The words I write

But for now,

My efforts no more

Than a treasure unfound

My words, they remain

On pages unbound

 

What will be

Will be

But perhaps one day

When you shade your eyes

It will be from me

And when your eyes adjust

You will finally see

The trail of words…

The trail of words

Leads back to me

 

For a writer never read

Is a bedroom without a bed

A pen with no ink

A pencil, no lead

 

And a song never heard

Never sticks in someone's head

Is a hunger never fed

Is a love never shared

Is a writer never read

…Is a writer never read