Killing The Flow

Killing the flow =>
Oh, how it does go
And STOP
with ideas of rhyme schemes
and concepts of magical lyrics
that will alter the
minds of a conceived audience.
I can write for me,
or write for you and them,
Yet can I write for
all of us,
and let my heart free to flow
the verse, that wells up
inside my soul?
When is it fine to flow,
and what poems are best left
for later, in a pile
labeled --- UnFiniShed?
The flow can write the
beauty and decrepitude
that’s waiting to be
chiseled in stone,
ink on parchment
in my scrawl of
un-beautified penmanship
And the flow must go on,
until forever dead.