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I openly give myself to the page many, many times

I give up what's dear yet troubling to me for the sake

of a few innocent yet insightful rhymes

please forgive me if I recognize not

yet the extent of my provided crimes

my intent

to stamp out the surrender in my soul is not solely

one of my designs

I do not yet know the agony that persecution clearly

defines

but I grow old with the knowledge that so few chills

run down too many spines

and the circles we can run ourselves ragged in

out distance the parallel lines

I see the words before me but I don't view plainly

the apparent signs

once upon a time when I was somewhere in the general

vicinity of around seventeen

I could recognize what I saw but not always  all I

had seen

perhaps I once got on the bad side of love and

this time around its gotten a little mean

when one's mind has been dirtied even once

its hard for thoughts to come clean

when one sees envy why is it always the careless

color of graceful green

when one cries and pouts who will stop to witness the

scene

"I" said the rabbit and he was shot dead because he

dared to intervene

I will now hide myself away within my thoughts

for I only wish to be heard upon occasion

but never really seen..................................

( written Nov 1, 1991 pm)