* Wildhearted Marchanism 2010 Comments

... But I am with you still, as humility, we both feel. Unarmed, we walk strong. Hand in hand, as right meet wrong. I am baffled by my own being. Everything exists in me, a crucial feeling. Somethings' not right, within these walls. Tear drops glisten, while windows crack. Deserted, and alienated, mercy, our families' lack. But truth me known, somewhere, compassions' shown. Soon, humilities' virtue, shall furthure be known. I love you my friend. This has been another 'Marlayna Poem.'

With You, Sharing Humility I am with you, sharing your humility. I also have my own, as far as conformery. I am saddened at my minds' inquiry. The flight of the sparrow causes much misery. Dying, tonight I feel... This pain cannot possibly be real. Once again, I am blamed for the unreal. Alone, and scared, I'm in pain, surreal.