Painting of Osteen by Vika, 2007
Entrusted heart without care
To endless scribbles of the quill
Poet paves pity road of pennies
Forever fueled with good intentions
His fiery soul is watered down
With each faint drip from the ink well
I watched the fire rise and fade away
A melting dream in smoke
It lives another day
Too weak to soar
On sodden fire wood
Too vague for sense
The poet scribbles still
His mind runs high on smoke
His heart runs low on will
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