the mind-

although a wild and glorious place
the past not easily changed or erased
default settings find their way,
complex thoughts distracted- replaced
with petty thoughts, simple and traced:
anger, envy, judgment and hate.

grace and passion simply give way
mental continents colliding in place
wild dreams lost- lengths escaped
driftwood floating
beyond wavy seascapes.




Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul.