So thirsty the world seems
For a drink of somethying truthful
Something enlightening
Parched and aching for words that will quench
My words alone will not fill this thirst
For I thirst too..

I carry the water jar from a far
Filling it with my words
And yet it always seems so empty
As if my words are mere drops in a vast desert
My ink has run dry
I write in my blood now

And still my blood and words are not enough
When my blood runs dry I will offer my tears
And when my tears are not enough and run dry
I will offer my soul..

Your words that fall into the jug are not lost just
another has soaked them up on there quest for knowledge.

No matter how sometimes things seems the written words we read are
never a waste of time nor do they go unnoticed.

In a world so full of demands and greed...
what you offer dear poet is enlightenment and wisdom...
and your world...
Your words are such a gift to those who read...
and understand...
We have read your words,
and felt your pain,
we have heard your tears,
and watched your blood drip from the pen...
Now your soul is yours to offer...
meaning you have once again learned to trust...