freedom to laugh,
freedom to cry,
freedom to dance,
nevermind why.

freedom to look,
freedom to hear,
freedom to think,
of those held dear.

i CAME FOR THE POETRY
i'M HERE FOR THE VERSE
The textured soft and gentle word of prose,
Souls exposition of being-ness,not excluded.
Some fragment of undiscovered thought from 'beyond',
the caress of the unknowable always known.
i DON'T KNOW...DONT'T ASK ME...
i CAN'T TELL WHICH IS WORSE.
(I reckon I'd give mcgonagle a run for his money though.)