Born Apart
O' So Sidy
The Torn Remains
Poor, Shunned
Till De-sided

Every one listens to ME,
Friends, ma'am's, even you sir,
Pent lips spit trusts
Trust me.
My tongue isn't forked
It's lickety-split
Read My lisps
My
Trusts
Rusts
Us
Ts
Neither friend nor enemy  
I'm the inner me

This planet a palette

Its people shades of gray

Not separate, but

Apart I'd contrast hue

Man now knows variety

Plenty thoughts cost
A Piece of Mine
loose change  to A lost
peace of mind