Call these poems,
or whatever inking charms,
more or less brain storms,
it all equals talk.
Poetic conversing expressed,
words put together dressed.
Inner thoughts out confessed,
meanings to others
at times guessed.

If I was just talking to another,
my conversation would equal,
love sister and brother.
It would be about getting along,
instead of getting it on.
Reason in word wing,
I'm trying to be
a better human being.

I believe in love and peace,
even while the devil holds lease.
In my immediate environment,
I'm trying to send foolishness
and hate into retirement.
Every chance I think,
it comes to word ink.

Moves this mind,
to be more kind.

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