I never write a poem <br />That doesn’t write itself. <br />I catch a buzz and come alive <br />Like a puppet off it’s shelf. <br /> <br />Hearing many voices, <br />Whose words are never mine. <br />My pen becomes a painter’s brush <br />Forming visions on a line. <br /> <br />I seem to be a better person, <br />When it’s time to sit down and write. <br />A higher power guides my hand, <br />Sharing wisdom by day and night. <br /> <br />People born to create, <br />Have no choice but to perform. <br />It’s the rush of sharing their gift, <br />That elevates them from the norm. <br /> <br />What would our world become, <br />Without intervention from above? <br />Angry beings in a revolving cage, <br />With no sense of passion or love. <br /> <br /> <br />By Conservative Poet <br />Tom Zart <br />Most Published Poet <br />On The Web <br /> <br />TOM ZART’S RADIO POEMS <br /> <br />You can hear all of Tom Zart’s 330 poems <br />of love, war, faith and more 24-7 on web radio at <br /> <br />http: //internetvoicesradio.com/Arch-TomZart.htm <br /> <br />Tom Zart ARCHIVES: <br /> <br />Global <br />Special <br />Operations<br /><br />Tom Zart<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/conservative-poet-tom-zart-s-divine-intervention/
