May my truth be written as proof. May my poems tread lightly thru currents.  May my answers get humble and wiser and may my paper grow vaster amid the disaster . May my verses never deflate with the weight that your judgment creates.  May I never see perfect weather  as my poems speak thunder wherever.  May my essence forever relate, a perfume that is written not smelled. May the fire burn endless with rage as my finger on paper they lay.  May a pen say may name at the grave, he lays soul-less for his soul are poems.  May my stories be carried not buried. And these quotes never vanish and perish. For the ink that I write made me strong, and for long may my song be adorned. Let this letters endure the forever.  May the hence of my sense never end. Seasons pass and the wrath of my path will be sung. Like the ways of the world, like the lies of the old, like the ice of the pole, like the weather or the snow. Make my poems last like stones.

May I always write my write,  may I never lose my mind.  Let not my fingers grow weak as they ease burden from my sleep. Let me always Ink my pad, let me always cry with might.

May I always be able to articulate what my mind cannot relate, what my heart kd, cannot escape. 

When I die spread my ash in a cave, so my poems chant with echo of pain.

When I die spread my ash in a river, so my poems flow endless with rhythm.

May the beat of my heart pound with wrath while my sentences speak kindly and bad.

May my name be vast as my poems creep from the dark of the past. May my name write a journal. Arthur Normal, the abnormal.

© Arthur Normal