A poem that I wrote in my own style of stanza format.

"People are in my sights to be the ways of two wonders,

The wonder of the nimbus and the storm,

Drifting to drift, just to exist, like the nimbus,

Raining down just to hurt, like the storm's eye,

Meeble but strong of heart, like the rarest stag,

Hunting to take away the acknowledgement, such is the hound,

They are Satan but they can't be God,

They are stars that can only flicker, or the cosmos of the true deity,

There are the noble Joes and Janes, or they are the whores for attention,

What am I trying to say, what is my message,

Am I just another hound for attention or is my message clearer than I hoped it to be,

I am both and these dueling qualities make the world interesting,

Without conflict...there is no fascination,"

By: Nathan Allen, Just some hopeful bastard with something to say,