IN ESSENCE

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JOURNAL#5

I fancy myself to be some writer's idea of the

impassioned poet

though with my generous speaking to the page I may not

fully show it

I have this driving will in my heart that keeps me strong

and going

even when I'm not entirely sure of exactly what it is

I'm doing

some nights I write until my eyes ache and others I write

just a little

then there are times when natural life steps in and

releases me from this chosen duty and I don't write

anything at all

I just please myself as I piddle

whether I do what I do on purpose or unintentionally

who can really say

I can't really tell you myself but I can live with

that vague answer

so I guess that makes it okay

it can become quite a strain on the system within

always trying to keep everything in order according

to the time

and after all that I've leveled by laying to rest

I realize situations weren't created for the sole

sake of the rhyme

I must stay with myself to see that I keep straight

and don't at every turn cheat

and believe me for notoriously naughty me that's

no easy feat

it feels good to get this chance to share more of

myself with you upon this clean fresh sheet

I only hope that in tearing myself apart as I've just

so obviously done

that I'll be able to put all the pieces back together

once again and feel pointedly proud and alas

complete................

( written Sept 28,1991 am)

Author's Notes/Comments: 

a little poetic self analysis perhaps?

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