Wednesday, September 28, 2016

Freestyle Poem

There are not enough words to express
the anguish of change. Necessary but not necessarily mandatory.
A flow from therein that I had to learn.
what a fool has always known.......
Love  loves no one.

Can't sit still...... won't slow down. I have the love that I need. An oxygen within.
In passion I found my path to purpose. Driven, livin,...... containment for my instilled
disease of artist and words,

This is good stuff. Hungry for that fulfillment. I am close to the line of completion. Let it flow outward giving is getting me more. First step.......Admitted self powerless over the actions of others.
I loved and it was worth the lesson. No regrets.

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