My words
Myself
My hopes, dreams fears, my inner self
spread in words all over paper... purely
white, spattered with expressions neatly
between lines to form verse upon verse
a disturb picture to be realize on sight, by
those who tap meaning and purpose from
a scrambled mix.
It is from a undeclared source you know,
from very deep... from way deep within .
Simple phrases constructed to be deconstructed
and made to fit.
Read mindful and let whatever fills you prosper
to your advantage ...
this is me talking to the willing listener, the open
heart dreamer and realist ...if not invite the passer by.
Dream with me, release that inner child, go wild.
My style of writing .
