I am trying to remember Where I hid myself The note I scribbled To remind my promises Of what I keep forgetting to do!

silence can be beautiful there can be so much meaning and emotion in words unspoken...

Slamming the door as I storm out… Cold from the concrete penetrates… I pick up the only thing close, a… Angry words still burn in my mind… Self centered, childish words all…

I could write A thousand love poems That would never be enough To tell of what you mean to me. You inspired me

I shouted my name through the vine… but there was no answer. My name died on my lips. No stone would consecrate it. The vines parted no more.

You dare question my love for you.… I know I love you Yes I try to run Yes I try to hide Yes I try to find other things

Wrappings, Roses and Tinsel creat… peninsulas, travels, litterings of… well-wishes, seagull fodder, recyc… books of poems as doorstops, the such.

I am the wind whispering of eterni… I am silence. I am the junkie on the street corn… I am the moralist who condemns. I am the one who stops to help the…

Scene I Do you want to talk about it? —I think that sometimes we all have those feelings. It can be very difficult finding o…