POETIC TRUTH

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I am a poet in the truest sense of rhyme

my mind is completely mine

what I have written will never die

my thoughts are bold, pain filled, open,

not shy

I hide myself behind my constant controlling

humor

I reveal my true self on the page

my fun filled, fantastic life is a mere

rumor

my romantic heart locked in a gilded cage

I truly trust very few and yet I love so

very many

with love, I have very little luck at all

if any

yet still inside I hope

and sometimes I secretly mope

still no man has guessed my coldest fear

as I write the flow of thoughts is not as steady

as they might appear

secrecy under the pen of this current date is a

must

similar to that of ashes to ashes

dust to dust

why even my own witch-ful soul I cannot trust

when I have passed on

these secrets with you I will share

until that time they will be kept in my trunk 'n

lair

do enjoy every word, rhyme and title and do not

think me ill

for this is the way I have thought all my life

and to share it postmortem with you

'tis my will........

(written Nov 2,1990)

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