I'm not the greatest poet
To offer you extravaganza;
I write because I love to,
Be it worth nothing or bonanza;
And I am within my poems -
In every word, line and stanza...
Wednesday, 30 April 2008
Madman Quoth...
Bleed the brain, my friends; I may lie in sanity when none comprehends...
With listless phantom on your stare,
my track you cannot trace;
I'm nowhere until everywhere
for somewhere's not my place...
You see my shade 'neath rising sun,
your endless miles I race;
Either your only, else, no one -
I'm not of someone's face...
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