Chain grasped in hand
my own hand

I can go nowhere

do nothing
Incapable

bounded by a chain

Chain clutched in head
my own head

I can never live

not until
Indepence

gained upon release

Yugen pick your friends
Yugen try to please the world
Yugen never fail
Yugen be who you wanna be
Yugen contradict
Yugen be happy
Yugen steal my words

Yugen, you are
   On your own

Alone  for a time
Aforetime isolated
A reflective dot

Filled with rusty gold
groggy restlessness burns hot
wake to fevered thirst

I thought I'd post a poem today
though i know not what about

but then i heard the little bird say
tweet tweet gibberish harmony pout

I look around at all the bad poetry
and sigh with such relief

I'm glad that my words of maple tree
are eloquent beyond belief

No given thought
from one so young
of double speak
or triple tongue

I cradle thee
within my boughs
ignorant of
thy whats and hows

Jednom slomljena
ce jour, repare!
mia mente, la vuoto,
verloren geht, und wie!

'Twas scattered 'bout
now gathered glued
so yugen read
this thought subdued

if now a mess
no more to rhyme
you should have seen
this,
       aforetime

The laggard

the sloth is so slow
his brain
busy
fighting itself
digging through

The paradox

fickle thing
false
and rightly so
we learn
not from

The answer

we learn
instead
from
mysterious
facts within

The logical abyss

do they become
true
or does the truth
lose itself
in the eye of

The beholder

in whose eyes
is desire
misguided
torn from
reality

The real prize
The paradox

The answer
The logical abyss

The beholder
and
The Laggard