Thursday, January 30, 2014



give me a book
to read,
a notebook for my
diary, a pen to write
my thoughts out-
my inner swirls
are purple with the old time treasures
becoming today's raining wail.
I want only to gently touch
the dividers that measure the distance in between
to focus on factors that
stand out bettering me and you,
not fearing to identify
the false claims misleading you.
So when things become pushy
and you're encouraged to sin again,
I shall block my anguish flow
with built-in resistance.
and I pass the disturbance
of the senselessness
or ignorance
of your low class existence.