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I welcome you with open arms to the center of my

said salvation

so many thoughts yet few leave room for the naturalness

of need or alteration

some like to believe me to be a woman in constant

control of her inner deepest thoughts and fears

I want to be that very woman so badly but I really

can't not even if given a million enlightened years

my mind paralyzes  itself with its own imaginary boundaries

yet at its childish security blanket it sneers

its strange how the coldest of one's thoughts is the

one that so hotly sears

through the chambers of dishonesty in a half swollen

head the silence seems to keen to me and childishly

chant

I'm nearly desperate in my end wish to decipher such

deafening whispers but still I can't

but to forget and divorce myself of these truly turbulent troubles

well you know I shan't

peace upon my gentle yet abrasive mind that for myself

if I could I would gladly grant

but the tinny voice of doubt and worry could grate

on even nerves of steel when it gets on its bloody

evasive war path

but I truly believe and feel that my poetic insanity

real or thought to be will one day give a soul

much more fortunate than I

a heart and hopeful good laugh

forgive me for my misdirection and gift less grip

on such gaff

I was merely trying to make a point in my favor

well really only half

and quite mysteriously for me that is not the half of it

but as well for now a good place for me to pen

I quit.....................

( written Oct 3,1991 pm)