Every coin has two faces,

You’re in danger of infection,And so vulnerable to pain!Poets tend to open further,Their most being’s private sense,So their open to infection,Caused by their own, innocence.It’s not good to bare your feelings,Nor to sincere preference,Weakness is to the beholder,Poet dreamer, sans defense.

That aid in writing, things,That help them go ahead,If not, too muchPoetic nonsense, said.

Emails, not fossils,Will bring us new light,And show us and tell us,That quietly together,They plotted and rotted,And did nothing Right!

As deep as the deepest abyss,As beautiful as a new born rose,That doesn’t even know why it grows,As selfishly mine as it is yours,So alive, It will never close…..

All they can thru might,They live blindly in their tower,Crushing most of what is right.