Poems from thementality

  Are you a moth to a flameCrossing all boundaries to achieve the perfect that never existedRunning this way and thatChasing dreams you...
I had always contemplated the compulsion to write And why the written thing takes life from inanimate And why there was a writing "bug"...
A winter child I am Always born in the murky light of a winter where the skies turn into shades of blues, greys,blacks, and the clouds...
Caught in An Endless BreezeWhen the wind catches the curly strands of the hairIt takes my brain with itAnd thought tumble forth with...
  The child crawls, then stumbles , then walksThe priest equivocates furtherThe parents pay the rentAnd an eternity passes byEvery feels...