Home     Me      Resume     Writing     Photography     Links     Email Me Alone In a dead city Destruction is all around me For I have brought The walls of the temple Crashing down upon me I have brought myself to ruin  ~1991   Dreams fade Twilight into moon Grey clouds into crunching thunder Soft, the sleeper dreams His web untarnished By world awake  ~3/96   The odor of the lake is pungent and ripe Fragrant with the life of its inhabitants The carp, grown fat and lazy, swim languidly Rising to the rippling surface to nibble at algae-covered branches Then slipping silently away when the waterstriders contest them for the surface territory A leaf falls from a lake-side tree and spins crazily, dipping to its side Taking on water like a small boat Then tipping sideways, and plunging to the depths Another bit of decor for the carps' parlor  ~9/9/97   Eyes of earth and life pierce me A living arrow burrowing to my core Sharp and frightening But the pain--it is everything I lust for it like a drug And compelled, I seek to be wounded again  ~1/8/00   I want her so badly God--the need is a vortex I am consumed over and over Spat out to be ravaged again She turns me into a sponge Absorbing even her discarded air Anything that she has touched Her words are placed under lock and key Analyzed, catagorized, memorized Why is is like this--the lust for the impossible? It has become sick, a travesty It lowers her, to be a part of this thing And I become almost capable of love  ~7/30/00   A question, a kiss Darkness masks the stumbling The smell of sex, stale and dirty Not quite innocent--near enough Strong hands, strong words Control slips away like the cigarette smoke Words have no power It is done I am left Laughter filters through the peeling wall I am left so very alone  ~10/13/00   Sadness rolls down like fog from the hills Blanketing all in its dank clouds Boundaries are blurred and forms indistinct Isolating every man--an island in the white Too long I have waited in this emotional limbo Dealing with nothing, and dwelling on all I fumble for your hand and call out to you But I have coated you with my tears, and you slip away   ~6/15/01