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I’ve probably written around 1,500 poems by now, especially if 
you count the ones from the original oldskewl.org that I backed up to a DVD then lost the DVD.

My mother and sister want me to put them in a book and sell 
the book.

But I don’t like all this commercialization of things. Everybody 
is out to make a dollar and I refuse to join them.

Maybe you think I say this because I collect disability and can 
sit on my butt all day, well I earn every penny of my disability 
check by being tortured from my schizoaffective condition

What I would like to do is write a autobiography, but how can I 
do that when I’m only 37 – probably right about halfway through 
life. I have a long way to go. More experiences. More site 
seeing. More wrong AND right turns to make.

I think all I really want is to be known as a nice guy. A good 
person, a positive person who was an activist at times, a poet 
at others, and overall just a decent person which isn’t as 
common these days.

I want to be remembered for my honesty. For my empathy and for 
my creative mind.

I don’t want to be remembered for making money off of poems 
that I enjoyed typing.

Still, there is no denying that some of the poems have value. 
Maybe I could get together my 200 best poems, put them in a book, 
and sell it with all profits going to National Alliance for 
Mentally Ill.

As for the autobiography I’ve lived a lot in this short time 
I’ve been on this planet.

I’ve traveled all over on the back of my mothers HOG

I was a criminal, I was a hacker, and I’ve been a child prodigy 
going to college on the weekends.

I just without a doubt that I want to be a positive force in this 
world. I want to be part of the solution instead of being a 
bystander or even worse part of the problem.

When I pass, I want people to say “Nick wilde was a nice guy”