(Obviously many of my poems have no titles, hence the dates I have put in their places. I think this was my first year at Washburn University in Topeka)
Just let it go
The mind
Just let it go
My friend
It’s all just a poem
A piece of rock lodged in the mantle of the subconscious
It’s all just a poem
My friend
Crack the shell of inhibition
Just let it flow
You can’t be wrong
If it feels right.
Who cares what they say?
They have their own problems to deal with
Who cares what they say?
The sun still rises every morning
The moons sets low each night
Like a Ferris wheel
They come around
They go around
Like faces
They come and they go
Mind Stroll 