A Daring Soul
The more I glare patiently
I see the willful mystery of the way,
These dreams, can’t be wiped out
I may skip and sometimes hop
Screaming for trotting awkwardly,
I stumbled on my ride.
No substitute, no matter the intensity of the pitfall.
I admit! your ride flashes and dazzles
Never in equal astral as my vision
I may throb, quiver, or slide.
I have learned to pause and draw strength
For I am a daring soul.
A Naive Heart
Once craves the marsupial pouch,
To calm her psyche,
In modesty, she crouched
Her intrinsic innocence
Her sweetness appealed
To the appalled hunters of glamour,
Who took her for granted,
Fondling her with lethal vigor.
A naive heart knows no complexity
Till the world gave her the dexterity
To sleight her weight in true absurdity.
