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the diary of a poet

if accurate

reads

chaos

from within

mapped out though

in streams of beauty

hacked up soul parts

sometimes

laying quite dead now

in their once

so life like display

are these words of mine

children born

or children killed

being so close to them

as I am

I have never been

truly objective enough

to say

yet too often

it tends to feel like the latter

and my conscience

has me frequently stop

and take some breath for pause

then I think

well

won't these word children of mine

be reborn

each time another reads their fragile

little bodies of life aloud

won't this bring them to life to some

thrice million many

with their own voice

speaking so clearly

for them

even if only for  a little while

and isn't that far more life than I

alone could ever conceive to give them

I believe this strongly to be a valid

point

my children (poems)

will never be homeless

nor dead for long

for there will always be someone there

to find them

adopt them

and give them life again

ere a home

happiness is my talisman

in my faith upon this.............

(written Aug. 26, 2001 7am)