Saturday, April 24, 2010


I used to have no problem in writing poems, and then for some reason they dried up and i couldnt write anything, then last week i started to write again.

Here is one i did last night

This can mean a few things, but people who know me what this is about....

The men they clamour
To here me talk
Pay for their minutes
and then they walk
Its over and done with
Till next week
When they come back again
To try to reach that same peak