Ha! Such talent.

Warms my heart to see the rythms of the mudcats in the muddy waters
of this day. Here be one from the nib.

Little bits of whimsy,
Worlds beyond my eye,
Twisted thoughts,
In twisted words,
That haunt me till I die.

Long remembered moments,
Splinters of my life,
They flee the vault,
Of never say,
My fingers weave the strife.

I never meant to poet,
Condense myself to verse,
Expose my soul,
To sharp critique,
A most perplexing curse.