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M-battle weary thoughts

  come crashing in on a lamenter's shore

J-remains of a ship wreck swept up by

  the waves

  pieces of a life that existed before

M-the margin of chance pays harvest to the

  to the margins of for thought

  where is it said

  that man can be purchased but never fully bought

J-so sell yourself short

  just sell yourself

  familiar words of one writer's favorite motto

  have returned to haunt for many tomorrows

M-a prevalent good sense steers me forward to further

  investigate the riches of the fresher thought

J-that no longer should I live in the dungeon of

  the desperate and distraught

M-so givest me mine sweet pen and daring pad so full

  of darkly fractured delight

J-I shall write 'til tomorrow breaths forth with

  the dawning of a new day's light

M-so leave me not bittersweet distorted muse

  but allowest me to lead you into an aura of

  enchantment that will not permit itself to be

  squandered nor excused

  as I need little more than your sweet inked embrace

  of my thoughts

  to carry me beyond this life's frame of

  insensitive abuse.................

  (June 20, 2000 1am)



(FROM JOURNAL #23)