THE SPOILS OF THIS LONELY HEART

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who was it that once said brilliant is the author

who feels strongest in his very own words

why even turbulence you see has its limits

while its the jagged debris from the deepest part

of my conflicting mind

that evolves into what I call poetry

still, its such 'self debates' that propel me

to be brutally matter of fact in my view

these very lines themselves

chalked up chatter

that alters the poetic ego

spinning out whispers of fragmented sense

some more perfect than others

whispers like a sweet threat making my litany

of mentions be heard

after such hail storm of personal tragedy

the promise of the soul shares me tonight

as the arch of the merry beseecher bleeding

so beautifully

stays sharp upon his mark

the salty tears of separation and the sweet

memories and longing

all make a most commendable blend..........

(written Nov.3, 2001 1am)










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