It is my DNA Double-Helix Code
that has within it written the words of symbols
that fight to get out and converse with
the world of inner/outer beings.
It is the wind which flaps against my senses
of best judgment that I should of stayed
in front of my notebook.
It is my mental disabilities that voice
their conventions of distraction, desperation
and collide in the dust of rouge emotions.
I really dont know.....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem