Appreciation

Not all writers and poets are worthy of praise
they craft and craft mundane words to bore
instead of delight their words are grating
we want to jump in the lake of passion
only they write about streams of nothingness

give me the words that haunt the longing
the words that soothe the soul caress the heart
you were my passion once apon a time you
were the reason I got out of bed every day

now the page is empty and all longing gone
i do not want to share my secret trove of gold
I do not want you to have to clap for my words

no my words belong in the whispered moments
of early morning where birds sing and morning dew
glistens the grass in rainbow bubbles only for some
not for all you whore mongers who rob the innoncent