the darker side of the mind is indeed the better poet
yet, perhaps only in theory
meaning!
Just because I take full advantage of the obvious
does not necessarily mean that I do not fear thee
I respect these unexplainable powers that turn yet lead
me to the stark blank page
while this pampered pen gives further lead to any even
abominable rage
I break not a spell when I cast down my proud paper-
mate quill
the blood I drink from and bathe myself in is only my
own
the shallowness of my breath near that to still
it takes no real tax upon this hardened hand to
scratch these visions down
I pretend for not a one nor do I paint a happy face
upon such grimness like some shy circus clown
my eyes are yet tired from these traitorous tears
I have repeatedly cried
as not far from reality's laden table have I ventured
nor shied
I'll become who I am to be whether I fight the inevitable
or not
but who can really say when or how and if I've given
all it is that I've got
never fear though for all of this is only me
and I take care of this lot that I have been given
while on it though note,
I have planted more than just one tree..........
(written Aug. 25, 1993 am)