i am a poet...i write when the inspirations hit...at any time of the day or night
i do not have control over my topics...they dont seem to care about my fears
do i write this...it is so strong in words...how will people perceive my words
but the inspirations do not seem to care...they demand to be written any way
 

my topics vary...from the daily activities...to the evils of our world...to the humorous
some ideas seem controversial...but they dont care...they want it written...now
they have their purpose...as the time dictates...maybe somone needs to know
but i am only a tool...one a higher being has deemed necessary to convey

so i try to do my best...convey the message i am compelled to write
and hope it reaches the party it was intended for...after all...i am only His tool
deep down...i know i wont always know if the message was delivered or not
something inside says it is so...i never miss my mark...so i humbly write away

knowing somewhere...someone waits for my words to be written...my message delivered
for i am only one of His messengers...speaking a different way from others of my trade
but none the less...His messenger all the same...hoping my words reach their mark
writing my inspirations as they come...His humble...and sometimes frightened tool