written 1998
They play a game, but they don’t a… They loved once but will they love… They always say that was the last… But do they have the right to draw… They want to love but they can’t,…
He will always be there When you need someone to care. He will always be there When you are in despair. He will always be there
He wonders now and quests in vain At two or three or four, Before the dawn has lit the pane Or crept across the floor. Is time a rose that plays them fal…
Secret places Have treasures of mysteries Inner thoughts hidden Conceal unfounded knowledge Broken hearts wounded
With rod and reel and silver lure,… Deep in waters pure. And as the b… Waters churned, he set the hook.… Rolled, the Earth it shook. A cre… Way down deep to try his best, his…
Look not to the rubbish, her frien… The discarded cement slabs, The rusty tin. But, rather, Look to the pelicans
There is no hurt in despair and de… With deepest overtures and bone-ac… Like the tenderest touch of consci… That defamation of soul can find n… No peace from pain-filled humiliat…
By chance, where are you? He always hears a call After looking so much, Not even a glimpse of a person. There are many insisting messages
The sidewalks glittered Like August snow that hot dawn He drove her through town Blind months of waiting broken On the bedroom floor back home.
Roses are read and violets are blu… She hopes she can be part of a cou… It’s been 20 years from the day of… Shhh... listen, mute the TV. There’s no one here, as you may se…
The world came to an end in pools… And a flash of blinding, sterile w… Like some cosmic nurse saying, “Bend over, this won’t hurt a bit, Buck up little camper, take it lik…
Remember when they just said Hi! Walked off without saying goodbye. Remember when they held hands And walked facing the winds. Remember their first date
Far too many nights witnessed her… No longer does she dwell in the sp… She is just another house with an… Trying not to arouse you for fear… Keeping peace sacrifices private p…
Silver is a dolphin’s skin, Silver is the lining within, Silver is money in her pocket, Silver is her grandma’s locket. It can be a horses name,
Dark clouds are gatherin’ The wind begins to blow. Birds startled, begin flyin’ There’s goin’ to be a storm she kn… It’s getting dark, the clouds cove…