New Stuff . . . this one written on New Years Eve . . .

This . . . New? Year. . .
Really? New. . .and again
WHY?
. . .to take up the lost battles of the last? . . .
finished first here before the challenges anew, can really be assessed
or second guessed . . . the stress
and yet again . . . ignored . . . avoided . . . and shunned,
as some would choose to do.

NOT I THOUGH

Meeting these battles head on . . . as a myth,
it's all Greek . . .
to sit in a smallish room. . . in smallish chair and stare . . .
at a small bright light screen of dreams and whatever. . .
fanciful endeavor. . . or not.

'Untitled' copyright AQVP 1998

confusion . . . least understood state of conviction . . .
guilded and guided by all the personal windmills . . .
Overblown by the winds of ego . . .
ergo the less timid
Dumb Warriors
Courage by the wheelbarrow . . .
scared to the marrow. . .
still faced cadaver of complete endeavor . . .
as if ever hope would arise.