answers by those that think they know
"truths about me"
though, all they see
the facade of me
hidden in all but my poems
I have read your works
hidden meanings
carefully put feelings
lines and lines
innuendo, plain and true
unlock your door
release what is there
go forth and prosper
it may not be proper
political suicide
here I sit, waiting
monsoons come and go
thunder claps and lightning bolts
sometimes blinding clarity
other times, not so much
Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License
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