Posted in Life, Poetry, Prose


this puzzle called life
never having all of the pieces
interlocking at one time
the difficulties of fitting
the many colors, and images
into my my mind
turning and attempting
the many sides
to fit together
at one time
with the satisfaction
of completion
relying always on
finding, the final



My profile might reflect who I am, what I think and why I write what I do. My profile might just reveal the inner workings of a deranged mind, a helpless soul, and a self-destructive way of living. Don't worry. I'm OK. I've just lost sight of my little sister in the evening clouds....

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