ChimeraA chimera in the darkA chimera in the nightRun for your lifeRun for your lifeThey biteThey killThey snapYour bones in twoA chimera on the runA chimera chasing youRun for the hillsBecause they'll ripAnd scratchAnd mutilate youWith snapping jawsAnd grabbing pawsTeeth as sharp as hellRun form meRun from meFor I am a chimera too
The Motions of LifeGoing through the motions of life.Living. Not breathing. Not here.Just a faded echo.Emotions lost. Just guilt.Why me? Why me.I don't want to say goodbye.It hurts. I can't forget. I'm lost.I want to forget. Why did you do it?Why did you hurt me?Concrete walls encage the heart.Crushing it when it tries to grow.You made these walls, not I.To vanish. Beautiful peace. Beautiful endless peace.No more suffering or hurt. No more pain or sleepless nights.Too many hands. Too many villains.I'm lost.
To Find a LightThe world doesn't need me.It has enough poets.Artists.Filmmakers.My hope is my lover,Who's angel heartHolds my head aboveThe water to stop meDrowningIn this great pool of tears.My shrunken body,Lost in darkness,My only company a small light;My love who guides me.There are other lights, thoughI do not see themOr feel their warmthBut I sense their presence.For these lights are the people whoCare, but I have lost my ability to see.The ones who hold me, who calm meWhen I'm weepingScreamingImages in my head so vivid.So alive.Memories of a distant past thatHaunt me.I know they are thereI know they see meClear as skies.But their reach is hard to graspFumbling in the dark.
Ode to LoveLook at you, so small and quaintSo pitiful, yet so alluringWaiting for me without a complaint,Subtle sweetness on your lips, luringMe to a place of false affectionAnd honesty. While you devourMy heart with your insubordinateAnd impractical opportunistic infectionThat which you call love! Pray tell, how'reYou to expect our hearts to coordinate?I remember once, while kissing your lipsI felt my heart soar, with utter blissI must be caught in insanity's grip,For my love was lost in the black abyssAll those years ago when the manWho took my dreams also tookMy soul. Now I am merely a shellOf the girl I was before this began.You say you can help me but just lookAt what little he left me with after sanity's knell.Little boy, how can you followSuch a damaged girl so absolutely?Do you not find yourself in a wallowOf worry, hurt, and utter astuteVexation? I am puzzled by your devotionYet I cannot find it in my heartTo turn you away, for I fear that loosingYou would hurt
Running, FreeRunning waterStreams we'll never seek,Running through the Earthat such a ferocious pace.Not for ourselves,Not for our world,But for freedom.A freedomthat doesn't exist:not really; Not at all.A freedom to live, as life is precious.A freedom to love, as love isalways free; we just need tofind it.Or, if we cannot,Create it.Where is it?In our hearts, our minds?Our spirits,or merely our imagination?Or perhaps it is nowhere;after all, if it were somewhereit would surely beUsed.Gushing through valleys,the liquid of life,the thing that keeps us standing:But with one blow it is all Gone.A spurt. A choke.Dead.
To LoveThou shalt not fear the end;But fear the lover instead,As it is those we love who destroy us.
Frozenthe windows - frozenshut, melted away the fright of the morning snow
(and the dark stopped being scary)once I fell asleepbeside you, I no longerhad need for nightlights.
ignore the presenta good policywhen the present requires youit will seek you out
key wordsI am as old fashioned as that key you dropped into the bottom of the ocean
Hypnotic through glass kitchen doorcats stare at me as I work-their television
What To Do NextWhat next, I wonder.Endless possibilitiesYet which should I pick?
six cold rain dropslistening tothe cold rain dropsfallingfluid wordsseek their levelslowlythey returnto unspokenideashungry mindscast ragged netsseekingelusivethoughts scatter likesmall fishcatching theperfect verse isa dream
War And ReflectionMars and Pluto collide;One thrives on chaotic war,The other wants depth.
secrets/liesthe secretis that there areno liesthe lie isthat there are nosecretswho hears thedifference iswho speaks
TimeYears have left us,And we're still waitingFor time to begin