BALANCE
Lust crawls Backwards to the edge of love From end to end Powerless! Twist and turns of reasoning Balance beam of knowing Better part...
Definitely not poetry, it is MY QUILT. The pieces are raw, untamed and sometimes prickly as my emotions argue with my thoughts. Written to sort out, a 'slice' of me is humbly served with each piece. The scenery, characters, languages, colors, experiences you name it are poles apart in the alleys of my mind. I openly welcome each with pride (good- bad- ugly). I am passionate and carefree, my mind acts in response. Please pardon the 'Pull' of the thread as I plan on candidly stitching in each piece. Listen!..I do not care whether the pieces are grammatically or politically sane,'I've got dreams to remember.'
SEE IT FOR WHAT YOU FEEL