I owe you this one and it is with great pleasure that write it...thanks.

Desires, destiny, despair and death...now I know why the poem is called simple 'D'. I read the first half several times and enjoyed it each time more and more. I did get a slight giggle with this sentence..'Delirium sits us in a beauty booth..' Tis true in the end that death makes most things matter not, but I don't think life is a worthless battle (even though that line fits really nicely with the rest of the poem), some things are worth living for. Overall wonderful job Michael. Reading your work always, ALWAYS, makes for time well spent. ~ Scottie