As I scribble on the dark side
For my fellow dark poets
And those who enjoy my drivel
I hope:
That just maybe with the spark lit
We can start a fire they'll see for miles
And leave a scorched mark on a world only we claim to understand.

As I scribble on the dark side
For my fellow dark poets
And those with a similar state of mind
I confide:
You'll get the very best of me when I'm feeling the very worst
Immersing myself in prose and verse
Open ended upending these words as a running start for flight
Because I just might find peace in what I write
Soaring as high as possible
To get as close as I can
In leaving a mark for a world I hold in my hand.

As I scribble on the dark side
For my fellow dark poets
And those who no longer feel up to the task
I ask:
What better feeling is there than to bask in the light of that which gives you life?
To watch your words play out between the lines
And jet blast out of the confines of this place?

We couldn't have set a better stage

For my fellow dark poets
And those who might come across this
I scribble a bit for you:

After me, repeat

     "I write what I see
     I see what I think
     And with my God given infinite fountain pen 'n' ink
     I will show a perfect picture free flow of everything I want to be."
  The canvas is me.

And in this world we've come to call our own
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You are all so very beautiful.

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