Ghost writer (Po Part ii)
THIS IS ME...
Here's a thing most folks don’t know
I used to host a radio show
‘Dying To Talk’ was its name
I did not host it for acclaim
Yet praise vociferously
Seems to often follow me
I am at heart a quiet guy
Talking about people that have died
To me has always come naturally
They have always talked to me
I can see dead people, see
And some would tell me poetry
A Chinese man called Li Mei Wu
Died in 1610 he told me so
He said he was a Mandarine
Dressed in silks of jade green
Upon his head, a hat so square
I knew for certain he was there.
Over the next thirty years
Hundreds of poems would appear
Waking up in the depth of night
I’d grab my notepad and frantically write
Most still sit in pads unread
As soon as I finished, back to sleep in my bed
Sometimes I would have a vivid dream
And write down what exactly I’d seen
And more importantly what was said
In my dream state from the so-called dead.
Names and places events that occurred
Of course, I know this sounds absurd
In my everyday waking life
I would meet people in so much strife
Call it coincidence or purely ‘just’ by chance
I’d expound about my dreams perchance.
Even having a poem written the night before
And telling a Mother who it was penned for.
In my dream, a lad woke me up to say
His name was Stephen… anyway…
The next day I saw his mum
Who said to me exactly what Stephen had done.
She said (I sware this on my life is true)
“Stephen told me in a dream
That he give a poem to you
He’d recite a poem for me to read…”
Before she finished this sentence
In her hand laid Stephens poem
Written from beyond his tomb.
As god is my witness all this honestly happened
So if you have lost someone please don’t be saddened
My soul's journey from now will take a new turn
Hence this treatise about what I have learnt.
What I have posted on WOL
Is mostly from me, I know I can tell
Stuff needed to empty out of my head
To make room for the poems sent from the dead.
Call me a nutter, deluded or worse
I'm about to open those pads full of verse.
If you have seen some of the poems I have posted
Now you will know, some of my writing is ghosted.
Po Part i