L e t t e r s
By rvh1956
Letters on the page THOUGHTS come so quick Somehow, some why, souls to prick. This comes not from meanness, nor flows not from spite; It is borne of love, The confusion to fight. Confusion is the problem, It will not let us see; In fact, it’s confusion that is The main goal of the enemy. I come with my letters, To awaken my ‘friends’, My words carefully sorted: Seeking the confusion to end. It is said, the dumb question Is the one you don't ask. To ask these questions, Is a big part of my task. If you read my words All the way to the end, I have very high hopes You will become my 'friend'.This is sort of an invitation :o) This is another poem that bonnie blue helped me with. Many thanks for the assist bonnie :o) Written April 16th, 2002 © on Apr 15 2002 07:12 PM PST, Richard Vance Haeckel 18 • 0 • 12
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