Saturday, March 26, 2005

LEAD, LETTERS, AND WORDS

sketches are expression
there is my emotion
i don't write for entertainment
i write for my inner releasement
scratches from a pencil lead
words spill from a hole in my head
pride is not to be found, but humbleness
they read and understand beyond the mess
it might be in a mixed heap
but deep within the lines is... me

© 1996 thomas bates

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