Mind and Soul

I don't really know where it comes from,

as I click keyboards and pour out thoughts,

There were days when I captured colours,

as in beautiful paintings but translated in pure writings,

I never test and gauge my proses and poems

on a scale known by most literary circles

because my writings are all short and sketchy

but as far as I am concerned, I put all down

Most of my writings are instantaneous

whatever first appear within a click of time

I will focus on central issue, and start writing

as I continue, I ensure it stays in tune.

At times, I read the older posts of my own blog,

to understand what's going through my mind,

and as much as I value others judging me,

I do learn on personal pursuit to understand myself.

Sometimes I am laughing at my own writing skills

as I read the mind of a man locked in a child

through the journey of life, within the periphery of sanity

also as I am trying to hold and brace myself, 

There are writings in here, that I thought are superb

at least on my own understanding of scale and appropriateness

and as I read, I can sense the changes in me

of  cyclic nature of happiness and sadness.

Whatever I wrote here

came from mind and soul

some are funny, some are serious

as I continuously add pages to my own diary

a very personal one.
mostly delicate......
iterating the essence of both
mine and hers.
separate and combined.

 dienn.............................