Its been a while... Since words could play rhythym to my mind forgotten is a word remembered but left on a thought So i could express the minds melody with vocabulary intelligence But I havent changed the letters and vowels all lead to the same disaster Just a keyboard scientist at work in his lab of chaos Being the monster he zapped with too much knowledge and education Rhymes dont make enough sense to say I TRIED But beauty is a sentance away in the mind of a poet....... And tears are streaming from the face of most.... Our words dictate the world most cant see or concieve.... To write is like a breath our words beat like a heart.... They cant be translated into anything but your understanding..... but being understood is not why I write This is my soul left somewhere with a pen or a spreadsheet.... I have nothing to hide..... Open book seems too cliche But as you read the poems in my mind I cant say you dont know the real person behind them......