If a poet is mentored are either a real poet? If a man need be tought how to love himself through ink Is it nothing but artificial? No man can speak of loving himself if the pen hasn't brushed the paper once. Writing for the crowd crowds the mind of doubt And a poet's heart is lost. A pseudonym for the soul is all that shall be heard. For a writer saying he has nothing to write has created his calling and called it his demise. Feel the words spill from the soul made of ink and ruin the paper to fill your heart. -Dust