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sometimes I think the devil's own wrath resides deep

within me

my eyes turn themselves on the rage

usually bolted down

to the point that beyond that I can't clearly see

I pull mishap and misconduct often knowingly from the

hat of innocent intent

then as I watch misadventure's conduct quickly unfold

my eyes come alive from the heat and take on a

glaring wicked glint

and just who was it that wrote

'often what is said, is not always all of what was meant'

on pushing my opinion laced point onto others

I can be single minded and quite hell bent

I don't expect you to understand this hasty explanation

and I never said that I did

but behind every even quiet facade of indifference

some form of dysfunction gets hid

when situations are taken abruptly into one's own

angry hands

an innocent by stander can be knocked from the feet

in which  he stands

and unknown repercussions bounce about all over this

lively living room

and I'm forced to make my untimely departure before

I forget that one who purposely tripped the fragile

under wire

is the woman who carried me for nine months in her

womb................

( written May 21,1992 pm)