Here is poem I wrote in college, at Virginia Tech I thought you girls in the business might enjoy.
All of your flirtations your abandoned promises they will not hurt me anymore you are the only one who will be sore I should feel bad for the animal I've become I never wanted to have won for years I've tried to be true to avoid the lie and after all the deception I've waded through shifting through faces of an every-changing you I have no more soul to care weather things are fair no more room for tattoos of happy endings all the space on my body (that is my temple ) my soul all covered in scars and they scream at the stars glowing hunting for evolution searching for a new canvass art is not realism and fate is not divine nor is it impressionism self determination is a lonely fate - best sidetracked art is natural, always growing faster than it can be trimmed raked or weeded all we can do is try not to waste the ink try not to break the canvass as they are stacked the torn canvasses get burned on Halloween for the whole souls must all be returned to the right bodies before sunrise so realize it's not truth or lies but what disguise your perception's desires because you can't come into this earthly party without a mask
Moving on and Moving up
