Twisted

Twisted minds work in pairs i should know i have been there in the dark dank rooms that smell of urine and vomit and grit. Twisted a word to say may be bad or good only to ones mind who fits the task of that which it means to pass. Twisted can be what ever you wish, Iron, heart, And life shrouded. Twisted the word the used to call me but why? They say I am a twisted mind a plotter of many but i was not this my mind is clear but we all have a dark side.

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John Freeman

Date: 8/8/2009 10:56:00 PM

Yes we do Jeff, put we don't have to follow that dark side, we can fight the good fight, and be the light side, the love that God created us to be in the world, can't we? Sincerely Moses

Derrick Burton

Date: 8/5/2009 6:55:00 PM

Enjoyed the plain words... enjoy your night or day.

Gert W. Knop

Date: 8/5/2009 6:14:00 AM

Hi Jeff, so true what you wrote! A really good write. And thanks for your comment on Lonesome at the Sea, which I wrote some years ago while I was yet living in Vanuatu. Keep on good writing! your friend Gert

Jessica Arteaga

Date: 8/4/2009 10:17:00 PM

dark indeed...the brighter the smile the emptier the mouth, strong once again, great poem