Awesomely looking like a stumper
even when I'm lackingly cornered
in a room meant for the quart-quarters
as I'd became a squatter-squat er.
Loneliness in a derailed word
even when the word behave sword,
and a swore hold a found'tion wall
in disguise of a man's- word world.
With no orts I smile to untrue
words that unfear my world in tune.
I'd unfeared the fear of the untrue
while I still squat as he spat like fool.
I'd seen the unseen with the eye of a being,
I've known the unknown with the sense of a King,
I've seen the fool's wisdom in a lighting dim,
I've seen the untrue friend whose fear I've orts with vim.
"words from the innocent mind"
Philip Peace