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writing, it explains so much yet it seems to take

even as it gives

it can die so quickly in the mind but through memories

it somehow relives

I am a defiant raider for all lost hope

with everything put upon me even inadvertently

I still manage to keep my thoughts improper prospective

and generally cope

the mind can indeed be so terribly kind

it lets grudges and pain slip into oblivion so the soul

can peacefully come to unwind

ropes of meaningful magic knot up and burn my tender

insides

peace of perceptive mind does not always come through

to he who in others slowly confides

in the most drastic depths of denial and deprivation

I feel nearly nothing through the numbness but self

appointed hate and gradual aggravation

what I accomplish seems to be never enough or simply

just too late

there is no quiet in my soul when I let myself get into

such an uncontrollable state

my champion titled quick wit rises in my defense

when I am bullied or baited

I am at my personal best when ruled by anger

it fills me to the point of being confidant and

invigorated and though at present I have no real

nemesis but myself

which I have many times before stated

I still remain standing firm in my beliefs and refuse

to back down from what I have previous to this day

insinuated.................

(written Sept 29,1991 am)