[center][/center]"Eye-Heart"
From it's beginning, to it's end.
My heart is a third eye, from which this message I send.
I rendor, the road bender, this eye sees.
From entrapment, and from no cold does this freeze.
I remember not always to forget, living for this day.
I forget somtimes, this price of my soul to pay.
Memory is no forgotten tale, in this town I say.
This place I live for to work, and in faith I choose to stay.

I lay a hand and foot, well endured and pure.
Not a hook so sharp, am I bait to be lured, as one may have heard.
I may not be the sharpest tool in the box, but my heart has many keys,
and for many locks.
Sharp as it is so, it may be a duller knife, that cuts to the grain.
This, this eye sees into my heart, in this place I am sane.

-by P.Flack