HIS HIDDEN SPIRIT'S POETRY

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JOURNAL #12

as the face slowly begins to fade

the poet ever constant remains

weeding his remarkably sharp writer's

blade

even as his hardly touched talent

his troubled mind pains

the curing is in his words

it calms that heartlessly hounding beast

named Vision

and aids him in his long lonely journey

into the darkest unknown

and for his meager offerings

he is given little choice let alone

room for undoubted decision

as he but for his words knows that

through his love the true beauty of the

purest part of one's soul can he closely

come to clone

in essence

this writer truly does believe that is

the very heart of man

'His Hidden Spirit's Poetry'..............

(April 29, 1994 am)


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