I am in search of something solely for myself
though I am not as yet sure what
when I find it is its price to be exuberant
will it be worth the trouble for such a simply
complex shot
I need to pull myself off this trail of fatal
indecision
how I care to conduct myself I must use the utmost
precision
the plan is to recapture my sweet spirit
and accept my own deepest regard
and understand that loving myself isn't so very
hard
I know now that I have always held the winning trump
card
my past I no longer see as modified or marred
I try and try to bring peace to my methods of
adventurous madness
more often than not right can be taken as wrong
if you play follow the leader in the game of guess
reserve me a seat with the writers of the long table
I'll put in my most infatuated appearance one
day soon if I am allowed and or able
words of wisdom come easily to some
in my words I sometimes quietly hide behind them
but refuse to ever run
the words I lay to paper command me to tell truth
in its tale
into the sea of writing I do so love to sail
poetry is correspondence with one's own soul
in a soothing and subtle way
sometimes it gives me such great grief that I have
to pose so to pray
thank you GOD for giving me this blessed day
there's never a doubt in my poetry nor in you
of my full fervent fay.........
(written April 3,1991)