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I believe there is a supreme and divine spirit
and I love him ,who, or it
but I must admit at times
I solemnly fear it
most don't wish to hear such crass confessions
but still they're true
during the worst of the bad times without some belief
in a supreme being most of us wouldn't get through
admission requires ability, bravado and inclination
the release attained from such confessions is almost
dishonest in its deformed expectations
it gives false identity to brutality fallen
from the face of elation
paving the way toward unexplainable preoccupation
in the circle of life there's always some
hidden secret gift
though through the devastation of much unexpected
heartache we must each separately sift
why is what I attempt to do more of a talent when
I write blinded and uninspired
is staying one jump ahead of the game
keeping me atop what's expected and required
when I feel a dangerous emotional presence
I pull myself out of its restless range
lightness of mind won't follow my shoes
into serious subjects of the oh so strange
I am no longer merely left alone in the dark
I find myself more and more these desperate nights
lost completely in its pitch
I didn't choose to be found in this predicament
maybe I should have listened long ago to my corrupt
confidant Mitch
I find myself in small measures as I explore my
questionable yet complex niche
in my head I find the magic once again
and put pen to page with a simple flick
of my mental switch
all the good in my life is expressed and respected
by everything I try to accentuate
knowledge and past experience put to good use
lay perfect patterns of prolific prose to my
already piled a mile high plate
I pay the price when I come to terms with reasons
why so often too late
by myself for the truth to hurry up to my side
I can not long wait
there is nothing more intense than the frustrated
scream of one's own hate
don't worry though , you'll get away from the anger
soon enough and the disappointment will dissipate........
(July 24,1991 evening)

Author's Notes/Comments: 

contemplating the self.

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