This immortality

Some of you create,

when is it the time to do so

and not to do so

onward you, to this immortality...

shattered in being, the struggle

What of it, how is it to create

in this web of immortality...

it may it kill you, this creation,

when, where, this waiting,

writing is on the walls

you ask of you, why, scribble on

write of your friends that stab you in the back

or the rat that steals your gold

the friend that openly lies to you

those that cheat you

those that steal your ideas

them that lead down the false path

the ones that use as a means to their ends

those that never seem to lose

living on a mountain of lies

where is this semblence of a normal life

friends that live in their world

and I live in mine

for the poet immortality....this immortality

what is true, of this chance to create

when, or what if,

or, it gets the muse to reach out to you

to write, then waiting, you get to higher ground

you get grounded on the reef of doom

fall into the abyss of words, ideas, universe's

this important something, or is it a nothing

there is this road of which some will never know

where dreams met reality
in ones heart, a place on the ilse bliss

for those of you, that create.