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its hard to think back and remember

the me I once was

such a vital edge to reflection

gives minimal moment for pause

my intentions fall short from that of

the coldly morose

bad memories flood my now defensive,

violated veins

in accidental ammounts of virtual,

lethal overdose

the grand graveness of the feeling

floats briefly to the surface

I may not posess a great deal physical

beauty but I have something more

I have a clearly decided purpose

in an almost blind search for absolute

equanimity

all outside activities are unfairly

curtailed

at being one step ahead of my masked,

backward thoughts I have fantasticly failed

long after I am cold, since dead

I wish to somehow keep myself with you

this, I have many times before said

since you can't see me in living form

and can only read of me

maybe I have in some indescribable way

fulfilled in you some unexplainable need

and in a short, unusual way atleast

planted an endurably safe and lasting good

seed

I tend to gently persuade not pitifully plead

I do so out of love and respect

not for popular opinion or greed

keeping up with myself isn't getting any easier

as thoughts escalate to a broader scale

in my questionable writings I am not expecting

to pass you or fail

so to speak of tomorrow is to speak of

unflinching hope

you can't hang yourself if you don't get

enough rope

perhaps you don't understand for what it is

I desperately grope

if I can't come to understand certain things

I pray atleast with them, I can reasonably cope

since tomorrow is only as far away as we

on the whole make it out to be

I give this poetic attempt to you

from a mentally masked, malcontented me..........

(written July 31,1991 pm)