The
      + +snow+ +
                 in steady
                          + +
                                  Silent
                      ­        +            + + +
                                       +       sheets
                                                       + + + + +
                                                     +      of  numbing
                                                                ­ + + + +  + +
                                                            +  ­               cold
                                                            ­           +           + +                                                               + +           + +   + +
                                                               ­              Blankets
                                                                ­            +  +  + +
                                                               ­           the frozen
                                                                ­                   + + +           
                                                    ­                            tundra        
                                                                ­                + + + +
                                                                ­                  of  my
                                        ­                                          + + + + +
                                                               ­                        soul
                                                            ­                  +           + + +
                                                          +    ­        +         +       +  +   +    +
                                                          ­        +     +       +   +   +      0  +     +
                                                               ­               +     +           -()-      +   +
                                             +                +­           +     +      +      /\       + +

It's all but a dream
focused upon narrow  
projections of a world
forged by tainted perception.
Scrutiny scrutiny scrutiny
Fear not
For this understanding that repels logic
is slowly disassociated
by continual contemplation
hopefully to wake in the end
......................................

A simple commitment                    
Two hafts of one brain
In a hemispheric continuum
Intentional intentions
A relentless creative right arm comforts an intellectually sore left arm
And the soul rolls on  
Another divided flight........

My passion ignites
As I read their thought's
Deep in contemplation
Their hearts get tossed
So unaware of their special gift's
And so here I must insist
The nest is high, the fall is far
But your not a nestlings
Your are a rising star
Dear young prodigies
Life is how it ought to be....
Humane stains
Droplets of pain
Mixed in a bucket
Of why oh why's
Post cognition
Hidden behind
Fresh wings
Write it and post it
It's time for you to fly.....

My comments aren't advice
I only say , hay
Roll those dice!