A pirate

Ender the pirate was a free spirit. He was a bohemian in the since of a writer of prose that made little sense to those that read it and to those that cared about him; his reality never was totally confirmed as that of reality in the world around him. Meaning he tended to believe he was sailing the seven seas in the ocean breeze when hell was upon him. He learned from Job that this world was a toy for a mightiest of creators and why did the potter make the pot black because he could.. Now for those in today's world that means we are all but puppets on a string awaiting a time and place to show love and not judgment in hopes for a better beginning or ending than the last one. Sadness does tell that cycling seeds is what the soul of the creator or breath is about all. Either we are weeds to be burnt or sense... But enough philosophy ... to read is to have time to think.. To think is love thoughts and to love thoughts is to dream.. Reality is but an illusion for in my dream I believe I have a crew of a cat, raccoon, duck, bear on board the Black skimmer we crew out of the Far East usually from a cafe Shi where we have tea and bring about change in this wonderful world.

a poet looking at his poems that are all gone.. 1000 poems no more

100k soon to be me

25k was in October

so 75k worth of points since then

I wander a bit here and there

I wonder about that pin

I wander into my deep within,

I tell my mind to do not care

I tell my mind everything is okay within

A pin for 25 or 100k worth of points

is fun

poetry is within

prose or cons within

So why am I am writing this now

I have two more until I am done within