Here I will focus the writing on poetry and commentary.

What’s real in my life

is easily passed over

in another.

Matters little what we feel

to another involved in their own.

So how do we draw conclusions,

while wasting each other’s time?

What matters is our fortune.

Heart and soul and integrity.

It’s knowing that life has a value,

even upon the trials in our mind.

It’s what is real began this tome,

features are often more silent.

It’s the scope of our being

belongs in an internal design.

What’s outside is party to one.

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