VICES Clasped by the grip of my myriad vices Logic lends to the inference that Im imprisoned by these devices Perpetual

in presence, variable in sizes Am I eternally a magnet for crises The solitary change is the garment of guises So I call on the Alter Ego that specializes In fending me from these emotive exercises Which my bounty of scars characterizes Looking at Mel no one recognizes The thousand John Does of which he comprises Constantly elusive; his mind seldom stabilizes The evidence of which his humility minimizes This combination of words but summarizes The chaos of which he never emphasizes He surely has paid more than his prices Longs to be free of the collection of vices And everything it symbolizes Ronald J. Daniels (Melchisedek) 29th January, 2013 12:38 am