~by Gregg Rowe~
Should I accept this fate? I write the words, don’t charge a fee, My poetry – is it that great? A starving poet my Zeus made me – I often wonder what’s the joke! That holds me back so much, Maybe, it is the stuff I smoke -- Insecurity -- is my crutch. Whose sands these are I do not know -- They flowed through veins of life, So words of mine drift on the shores -- Remembering Lot’s wife.  Author notes
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for being a witness to the destruction of some men? (By the way, the Bible was written by men and this is a man's interpretation of the story of Lot and not G-d's). Anyways, yesterday I wrote a poem on homosexuality and got crucified for it with a vast amount of IMs (again, why do I write these controversial poem anyways --
), so I was sitting upset all day over this and wonder how some people can write on heterosexuality and get away with it, but as soon as I write about homosexuality I get blasted (and we know who these people are on this website). So I started to think of my life as a poet, where the poet's life originally came from (Aristotle and Zeus) and then my life as a poet (not making a living from it) and then the death of the poet (which in my case, I have almost stopped writing poetry because of some of the hate mail I receive on my poems) and the only image that was strong enough was the image of Lot's wife! The Christianity of that line fits into the Zeus line and makes one wonder about the value of poetry now and how much it is worth over the generations since religion has become an important aspect of our every day living. Is this any clearer or more confusing?
I think insecurity is more paralyzing that we give it credit for being -- and more ubiquitous, too. I feel comfortable at home, not worried about what the world thinks, or putting on a front, because I'm just not that interesting.
