When I can no longer write a poem
Please shoot me in the head
Leave me for dead
Let me leave the earth
Seek out a new birth
Rediscover the word
Fly off like a bird
With ashes scattered
With soul so battered
When I can no longer write a poem
Please shoot me in the head
Leave me for dead.
© 2011
The Juice Bar 
Ah, yes! So perfectly put. So very true! Terrific work, as always, ma chere amie.
Oh Roz…I am so with you!!! You and your words are a joy to squeeze!!
Liquid…your photos are magic. Lisa XOXO
R,
powerful and to the point of a loaded piece
hope u’ll call me before the blast off
m
Thank you friends. I love that photo. Liquid, whoever you are in cyberspace, this poet thanks you for rendering such a great vision to her words.
Love you, my creative friends in the universe!!!!
Roz
I love Guns and Rozes!
Ha ha! Good one Paul!!
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I think even after your dead, you write. POEMS.
Hey Matthew,
Myybe our ashes rise up from the sea and mountain tops, fall on the lap of a new born poet and so we create again, again and again.
xoxo
Roz
Wherever you are, I will imagine you at dawn poeting,
Love the poem!