First.

Heyy, you have Dale to thank if you do (or don't) like my poetry.

I'll start with one of the shorter poems I've written:

Clay

I've had alot of nothing on my mind,

For each and every day,

And life seems like such a grind,

In each and every way,

It seems my life has lost it's sheen,

And dulled into a grey,

It seems to be somewhere in between,

So unwilling to stay,

On any given heading,

On any kind of setting,

Into something more than clay.