At the end of his rope,
He fashioned a noose,
and made the final choice-
Between life and death.... more »
Have you ever sat and stared
At the blood
(pooling)... more »
In these lungs, once filled
Empty now, the air
depressed.... more »
The windows through which
I see the world
Presumptions about the people... more »
straight throught the heart,
straight through the soul.... more »
Grow Old (2-23-05)
Not for anything.... more »
Clouds move through the skies,
Changing their shapes all the time,
Pictures up so high.... more »
I Have Walked... (8-17-04)
I have walked into the ocean
and realized the depth of time.
I have walked among the clockwork... more »
Life-A Metaphor (5-5-05)
life is a cold, numbened crypt.
Silent and Dark;
filled with Meaningless Thoughts;
filled with Empty Graves.... more »
My Room (11-25-03)
A wall to the north, this is my
Deepest thoughts and dreams.
A wall to the south, this is my
Feet, running through life, providing steam.... more »
Much like a tissue soaks up blood,
the darkness spreads and seeps.
A black blanket covers my mind,
As I gradually grow numb,... more »
The blood flows down our writsts
and your minty kisses
I can see your face all through the night... more »
Storms bring warm, wet oceans,
under his joyful morning laugh.
Teach us to grow... more »
eyes to See
what is revealed,
ears to Listen
to the truth,... more »
The loudness is rising,
I shut my ears to it... more »
Stay With Me-(2-22-05)
layer by layer
beneath my skin;... more »
Summer Nights (2-3-05)
the warm, thick air,
a little humid, but not
too much,... more »
What Is That? (4-29-05)
What is that, over there in the corner?
Is it a bucket, filled with sadness?
No, that's a coroner, in that corner,
Waiting for the next soul to die.... more »
Wolves In The Wind (5-29-03)
The wind is like a wolf.
It howls at the windows,
and scratches at the door
with dead branches... more »
Your Creation (5/13/05)
Your body is your masterpiece:
Skin is the canvas,
Blood is the paint.
A knife is your paintbrush,... more »