would want to be here alone,
wander the books and paintings,
use resources quiety, not guarded.

yet we came together nicely to share
experience, information, cheesecake
and pastries.

black book of carmarthen on diplay
from hengwrt, a
neighbouring house.

some books are tied,
some have no labels.

there was a draught
at the national library of wales.

sbm.

Will you walk this way
Will you leave open the door
Will you be more than just the reasons
that you implore

When you look inside
When will you separate the appriations
When will you part and devide
all the suppositions

"I am this today
  I am that tomorrow
  I am anything as long
  as it doesn't cause me sorrow"

"I am as fickle as the sun
  I am sunshine , sometimes storm
  I am the moon's false reflection
  that falls upon the praise that you adorn"

So who is it that walks through the door
So whose mask will you wear today
So who will fall for your insidious lies
that you so disrespectfully diplay

What a way !

I bask in the essence of words
I use these words as my toys
Cause' I can play with them
Without them getting broken
Or old

These words give a clear picture
A clear image
A photograph in the mind
Which evokes deep emotions
Within the human

These words are like drugs
Cause' I'm addicted to the pen and paper
My high
Is in the form of satisfaction
Which leaves my heart with a smile
When all else brings me down

These paragraphs of words is my way
Of sharing my emotion with the world
My way of telling my life story
These combined words diplay my mind
As a whole
What I think and who I am

The mind is a complex *****
But poetry
Brings out the simplicity in it