When The Pieces Scatter

old draft poem, I am trying to clean out my closet...over 124 in there...so prepare for a shit storm :)

Has anyone truly seen me? A question I often ask is: Have I ever truly seen myself? But hey, that's just me.
Loved the write Nikki keep cleaning pal spring is never far away!

I was just about to say ( when i saw your reference) it's much different than your norm :)
It's nice to look back and see the style and frame of mind in your earlier writes, i do have to say you're braver than I am, I have no idea where my earlier work is nor do i want to find them.

Me is me is me, I cannot change it so I flaunt it :) I write anything and everything and in every style I know no rules....my old work is my new work and so on, without my past where is my future, where can one reflect if not a mirror :) I am real, I have so much crap in my drafts....like three years worth of shit....man you should see my old notebooks and journals....yikes....

your styles are very diverse.  it's a rarity to see this side of your writing. I think that makes it all the more special. it's meticulous right down to the font. deep and open.

great stuff  

very compelling reading, effective in the rhythm & content...

'Hide the moon'

I love that line.

Another great read. I am enjoying your work a lot.

I just love it!