Deep Within
Feeling deep and dark from inside is where it starts, mentally departing for an hour or two.
What has become of what’s inside is getting harder and harder to hide.
Inside having pride, but always what’s inside still finds a way to hide. On good days of shine
never feeling like in mind, different directions in mind is dreaming divine.
Where to look; being hard to find aloft through the mind, electrifying sounds in my ears and
eyes through the blindness still managing to find the inside.
A daring soul so deep, eyes wide shut and crying it’s the inside always ever prying. Never
trusting until one sees the wide view, then what’s inside starts to slowly decline.
Years go bye the inside has seen much, somewhat out of touch. There is no denying the
projection and view, in taking all we are small but not few. With the world in dissolve, ever
wanting to evolve.
Inside what agitates the gravel in all, flowing smooth and clean. Graying with what inside has
seen what a sweet thing to take the inside and make it gleam.
Picking up vibes from every voice, eye to eye living by choice, a natural selection through
reflection. So powerful in sounds so profound, like watching lightening without the sound.
Reflexes alike never having a need to smite or fight, just a need to dream full self-esteem.
Mind aloft on high and skin tough as steel harvesting what we accomplish, what we show is
what we feel.
Inside…
James C Bryant Jr.
January 23, 2002
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