written 1998
A facelift, a browlift, and swolle… Stapled tightness across a tired b… Lying beneath a cloudburst of ice… Struggling to be beautiful and you… Eye lids don’t close when she is s…
Wandering aimlessly thru this maze… Intimately afraid of the darkness,… Reminiscent of the things, yet to… Standing in the sun, as the warmth… Crying with the thunder, as flashe…
Now is the time, here is the place… He see kindness and beauty all ove… Girl you know it’s true. The love in his eyes is for only y… When he sees you, his heart starts…
The earth is a woolen fabric. Tawny and umber The trees are lace. Gray and blac… The crystalline sky is clear, And silver as glass.
The wind is the tree’s very breath… Grand branches undulate Back and forth across a cloudless… Leaves flutter and shine like diam… As the tree continues its dance.
Oh how mighty the mountain Home of clouds, home of thunder Brown and copper Rainbow reds mosaic pattern Beautiful in summer
Spring’s emerald buds upon a youth… Never thought of death, A verdant pointed star so powerful… Love’s rain from reaching ground, The crimson fan mirroring sunlit a…
Out of time Out of place A misfit part Of the human race Outside the rules
Many miles midst misty moors men m… Marching, marching mesmerized mili… Men marching. Major murmurs memor… Messages, making mental memos, map… Moves, making modifications. Many…
People come and go, They are all passersby. Some come to show, A path on which others can rely. Some have come to build,
The endless search for meaning eng… Life’s delicate transitions bars h… What is this Life he ponders? Why… Are mysteries and illusions the bl… How long it takes a tree to grow.…
The colors of life seem to Fade as they disappear into The mind and reappear in Their soul. The more colors There are the redder the
He is as black as The pupil of his eye. He is as white as The bone under his flesh. He is a one-eyed and two-faced
Every now and then, When he feels like a writer... When ideas are embedded in his hea… And every which way he turns He bounces gently off the insides…
There was a time she wanted to say… Other times she wondered why So young so full of life which wil… As beautiful as the new day’s dawn She can see the end is near