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And Yet, I Know Confusion of Love | Thank God for Paper and Pen

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My poetry was written in prison where I served 40 months for stealing two million dollars. Regarding me, I give you the words of Langston Hughes,
"I could tell you if I wanted to;
What makes me what I am;
But I don't really want to;
And you don't give a damn."

~ James Pendragon

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::: And Yet, I Know Confusion of Love :::

And yet, I know confusion of love within my mind.
And myriads of impulses bursting across my brain,
Develops a poet's message from the strain.

Each word and line spills forth.
From an inner world comes the seed of thought,
And grows into my hand for you to read.

And yet, the whole doesn't spring up,
Until the paper blossums full.
Then I too see it for the first time,
And recognize myself within the rhyme.

So write I must to keep alive and sane.
Jailed for greed of gain.
A captive man who has become a gnome,
Creating a treasure called a poem.

Not rosy and red, bright and blue,
But wretched stuff for me and you.
However, I'm soon emptied of lifeless saddened thoughts,
And that leaves only memories of loving you.

Written by: ~ James Pendragon

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