anyone might notice my poems end at the beginning but i like to think it is not the destination so much as the journey.that made me travel..and they are largely a ****** ramble..if you like them..it does one bien to develop a knowing of thy self and i never really cared for words..i found my way into singular drinking and worked at my guitar..but i found my own crossroads and that is a long way ..so..i find it impossibe to judge my own ****.of course i hope it is good.the road of the minature is paved with nothing..but i feel if you can write a line that might be remembered..i started writing only a few years before.i blame her..lol..now i have over a thousand and they are a collection of memories and wishes.like usual..some current events..and a l