I am a poet in the truest sense of rhyme
my mind is completely mine
what I have written will never die
my thoughts are bold, pain filled, open,
not shy
I hide myself behind my constant controlling
humor
I reveal my true self on the page
my fun filled, fantastic life is a mere
rumor
my romantic heart locked in a gilded cage
I truly trust very few and yet I love so
very many
with love, I have very little luck at all
if any
yet still inside I hope
and sometimes I secretly mope
still no man has guessed my coldest fear
as I write the flow of thoughts is not as steady
as they might appear
secrecy under the pen of this current date is a
must
similar to that of ashes to ashes
dust to dust
why even my own witch-ful soul I cannot trust
when I have passed on
these secrets with you I will share
until that time they will be kept in my trunk 'n
lair
do enjoy every word, rhyme and title and do not
think me ill
for this is the way I have thought all my life
and to share it postmortem with you
'tis my will........
(written Nov 2,1990)