By no means
Am I a genius of words,
But I do attempt to write my pen with multitudes
Of love to defend this love found in my deep heart. Poems I stately write
For the purpose to reach the human soul.
I may not be right at times
But I am satisfy To release the contents-
May the subject that are in my minds
Possibly antonyms and synonyms to my beliefs
As is all silence. The truth exist
To convince this mind,
That the lines to these prints
Are well defined as other question. To reach a goal that is,
To speak softly and silently.
Just let the pen, my mind and my paper
Work with me as God gently listens and caresses me.