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there's a lot in this cup I carry

change for yesterday's news

and rocks in sizes and colors that vary

each one has a name on it

meant solely for the person I'd love to hit

so for my own benefit I must create my own luck

the courage needed  to finish this left side of

strange poem I purposely pluck

liars, lovers and cheats chase me out of my own

head

so I look to my lonely little cup

when I am blinded by anger's color of crimson

red

I find myself awake like that of the walking dead

hatred like a dreaded disease I am afraid will

so quickly spread

these feelings of over reaction I can not dispel

of or shed

for peace in my soul to GOD I practically plead

upon my discontentment you must gently tread

the craft I hide behind is what keeps me fed

many times in other different words this I have

often said

so you can see how onto this page I have mentally

bled

so with these words we have softly shared  

one could say you and I are somewhat wed........

(written Aug 7,1991 pm)