free within all self imposed sacrifices
with walls to keep the World out
very slowly solitudes beauty
takes over the mind heart and soul

Cowgirl
Locked-up in the joint
Rough riding, when you could have been dancing
No stars to gaze at now
Nothing!

If you were gonna
Then you would have.
But, you didn't.
So, you weren't.

Can a blind man
Become a poet
How can one write
about the things
they have never seen

Could a deaf man
Write poetry
How could he express
the sounds of things
He has never heard

Would a dolt even think
About writing poetry
and if he COULD put down
on paper what he feels
Who on Earth would ever listen

There's a professor at Harvard
Who teaches poetry
left, write, upside down, and sideways
but, she was never
Write for me

conflict is where i thrive, it makes me feel rather alive:
when I strive, I feel myself revive.
I take pride in my drive so i can one day do so in my archive.