a lonely life

style, filled with unshared

caring... daring to become one with

sadness, a classless mentality

speaks to my internal

weakness, to defeat this attack, i

must escape this phase... escape

this maze, twists, turns

and blocked roads,

mind inhibitions show no gratitude

to the soul...

attitude defines my role,

missing links and painted pictures...

search for the keys in

ancient scriptures

this too leads to tainted ruptures

of my heart... i am of the art, the imperfect

suggestion which begs...

this question, not between legs –

between fertile and

eggs... fertile soil between atmosphere

and sun... born on the first,

now, the only one