heres a piece i wrote a while ago..like i said i aint too good at dis whole poetry thing..peep it..



Hands of visible asperity
Telling a forgotten tale.
Hands that cherish and also bless.

Hands with a deep soul quality
Performing ephemeral acts,
Leaving eternal gloved imprints,
Which linger upon the source
Like a broken melody.
Each hand with its repertoire of acts,
Released in spontaneous harmony
With human sympathy.

Mortal hands with mortal flesh,
Audacious now and charitable then.
Amphibious creatures
Ranging between night and day.
Slaves in their night
And masters in their light.