November 9th, 2004
by Judith M. Tomasowa
As I sat and looked at the pages of my life
Calm night accompanying time as it goes
So slow and hampered tearing the psyche
As the silent lamb walked down to the butcher’s square
Kept incarcerated of disoriented numbness
I sought to the thee
My ardor, my ecstasy, my gasp
Had emerged into wretchedness
Snuffle out loud sprang from psyche of mine
Do perceive thee my sound of snuffle
Such as a cradle standing next to the old man
As it is to me
Straight spoken words followed by honest acts
Play in the main core of my desire
My pride, my style, my soul
peace and honour be my prestige
As the law of the nature
Goodness and badness
I speak the whole essence of my pride
And within I kept honest at my silent down
