Tuesday, June 28, 2016


There is a me of a kind
which puts us in a bind
I simply mind my mind
turn the good eye blind
don’t have error to find.


Incite if you dare the inner ride
dive into it, take a deepening slide
probe into your soul, yet do not hide 
until you surface from the brighter side.
What we make of this will mostly depend
on weather we shall rise above or descend
as we scribble in sand the accords we make
real intent might have to contend up to the end.