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Three wives or at least two But I'm one of the few The few that believes in monogamy So I'm sticking to my marriage with poetry Yes, I admit to a couple of affairs with words But that's a crime my wife can easily wave go Like Sarah having her maid wooed Though desecrating to her matrimonial room. Make it rain all day Rain poems that makes heart stay sane Pain and bitterness interwoven into poetry Yes sad but the joy therein comes after the read. Let there be a deluge So much without a place for refuge Let the poetic flood wash away pollutants of this awesome world Let the poetic purification begin now. I pledge to transformational poetry I write this insane world back into sanity Recreating my own space Letting my pen and mind decide the pace. Peace out of chaos Addicted criminal gone pious I call that "Poetic magic"

An unsolved riddle A puzzle with missing pieces That's the state of humanity Confusion mares the focus Therein a lost purpose The purpose for which we were to furnish. Designed to be a web Each thread holding the next Thick or thin, none can stand separately An endless network of threads That's what humanity was meant to be. If a football team isn't complete without a player How then do we think bringing another down makes us more complete? It then appears ants are even more human than humans are.

I'm trading sticks of cigarette for a poem Bottles of beer for a few more Whiskeys make me forlorn Why not a few more poems So I scribble and scribble some more I'm trading my loneliness for lines Rhymed or rhymeless, why should I mind When the please the eyes and tickles the mind I sure will memorize and mimic them like a mime So I'm still scribbling on this torn paper of mine I'm trading my hearts pain Trading it for a paper and a pen Like a painter ready to paint I deep my petite paint brush in a bowl of paint Dap dap, little dots, strokes and dashes as I dare to paint Little by little the whole picture is becoming plain I'm trading all love's tears Tears shade in secrecy for a poem shared publicly Though seemingly absurd but poems brings this inconceivable peace. So I'm scribbling and scribbling my way to serenity. I trade it all for a piece of poem I may not have made the point But I've washed clean my plough And starring at