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I am like homemade mold
I thrive in warm, dark places
now, I bet that statement
has put quite a shock
on my readers' faces
note; I am a Mountaineer by birth
once planted, twice removed
many believe my writings are incongruent
to my surroundings
but I'd like to believe that my scribblings
have improved
in the shadows, I vaguely see shades of disbelief
keeping the gray matter sharp
gives open passage to much aggravated grief
one must always be suspicious of perfection
if you are not careful you may find yourself
on a one way street heading in the wrong direction
beauty and brilliance have often been plotted as
being one in the same
in my book every day reality though wins hands
down every time over embarrassment and shame
if you stop and listen carefully you'll hear the
rusting so under
of chilled thoughts chafing
together in dire need to brainstorm
If I'm long lest without page and pen how can I
adequately perform
you could say I'm like Dr. Seuss but for adults
I put out cute little quick rhymes and hope for
the best results
now as wisps of a memory blow into
my muddled mind
my behavior becomes most erratic
and off keel in my mental decline
memories can be the nastiest while trapped
in divinity
but in the realm of complete reasoning
I find myself at one with infinity
I do not know who I am writing to
as I write on this most desirous day
this is for me and the kid inside who loves to
come out and play
I don't know who all of you are
so you can be sure I won't wonder off too far
you have to really know my private self to
understand the 'Language Of The Hood'
not now knowing all the pre-laid-out boundaries
stopped me where I scrupulously stood
I don't really wish to pull myself back now
but I really feel I should
am I at peace with myself
no,
not now nor I believe ever
and I'll bet that's not so easily understood......
(written June 4,1991 in the pm)