A poem by Nigel David Richey (Contributor for the Culture of Awareness)

Ask me a question, send it in a letter.
See my minds elevation ain’t determined on whose better.

Back and forth, plotting course, whether or not the oceans getting wetter; pointed North, out of sorts, spirit’s float higher than feathers.

Patience been high since before I was born, hating, non relating, since losing joy to absent father’s scorn, and as often as one mourns these pages must be torn, out the notebook of life so new phrases can be born.

This chapter is closing with every new breathe, cigarette smoke, just might choke, putting death to the test; but hey that may surely be for the best, not always ballin, heavens been calling saying “come join the rest” ~