Warranted Appeal

Preface of relationship

What of I think I know or of which I wish more to grow, that which I then sense, feel or imagine as real, though too being intense & surreal.
This of which I will long ponder, live in my conscious being as truly seeing
& word games play to rhyme; realize the miracle of the mind to focus yet wander.
That which culminates in something of questionable worth if but to me;
if had another dare to had read, would the chameleon find as me instead?
Me different than will had seen before if hidden meanings be deciphered for full reveal;
then like or abhor!
It still me that stories to weave w/o intent to deceive.
A kindred ‘nother to had maybe taken the time , some intimacy of mine cared to steal. In me some small talent believe.
If I only to had dared, extended my warranted appeal……
Yet I choose these carefully cloaked personal flaws of intellect & thoughts,
the poor choice of rhyme & meaningful words of naught which had towards various & chaotically rambldom paths of often ambiguity to mostly conceal of what meant;
Obvious lameness w/ warranted appeal,
at End, always surely lament.
Should you wish to journey into my mind do so w/ lone consent; but please, please be kind,
for much of yourself maybe suddenly will find,