I am an open piece of work--a slate. An empty one, and void of taint or spot. Come, gather round and empty out your hate And flinch or push aside, no I will not. Just as a tablet made of solid stone I am carved deep with words I did
I am an open piece of work to you. And all I know is how I've given in, And all I have is all my best. It's true; I'm sorry--you may conquer, but not win. postscript Day 20--the quatrain upon which my next series
I'm forcibly defeated here And by my own design, I fell. Just yesterday I heard your fear And thought to give it utter hell. But oh, it gave me hell right back; Exploited patience that I lack, And yours became my war to fight And now I'
I loved a summer rainfall It left me with a hopeless hope And filled me while it emptied me And made my winter fade away. I stood beside the garden Blinking at the greyish sky Promising a downpour. I loved a summmer rainfall. You could have told me rain could
Dear Truth, I seek you more than mystery And sometimes more than grace For you stand above the cosmos And refuse to be erased. I personify your presence As the presence of pure light For you radiate your glory For the ones in endless night. I seek you in the