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in the mysteries of the mind

there lurks a vacant wind

a soul of brevity one can only hope there in

what is lame

still somehow  gets itself up

and walks farther into the innermost

darkness within

wounding only further

the incomplete ideas of self

so lavishly displayed by selfish intent

aimless purpose

and unnamable sin

the psyche can be a brutal dictator

Castro would be envious to no end

such private plaguing repeatedly robs

the prospects of the once so pleasure

hungry pen

depression is ever a miserable fitting skin

how strange though indeed it is

that its man made and man discovered  

chemicals that provide the prehistoric brain

with the inducement so so needed

to live, love, learn

and strive to be literate once again

the medical community truly is the greatest

hero for the world's most mentally lost

women and men

so in this poem, allow me the courage to give

much adeau to these oh so valuable them......

(written Dec 26,2004 10pm)