What is this? I see this mirror Reflecting back my greatest fear All events we see and hear Their purpose, all, remains unclear Rhyme and reason have no place In this forgotten, empty space We question why, yet answered naught As chaos, cruelly, has appeared Death, it laughs with irony It’s darkness finds the light … More Why
It makes no sense, at least to me Strings are pulled haphazardly Never knowing why, or when A tale to tell, but there’s no pen Rhyme and reason, both absent And yet the cruelty won’t relent Overstaying welcomes Like letters that are never sent A dictator, yes it’s true It controls me, and controls you … More Marionette
In a meadow, where nothing’s grown, there lives a Willow, all alone O’er the meadow blows a breeze, as the Willow dreams of other trees Longing for one friend to keep, this lonely Willow starts to weep Such sadness falls from its poor frond, it’s tears fall down, and form a pond Images reflect above, … More The Lonely Willow
We all hear you say it’s so You’re lurking into this shadow You’re pulling thoughts inside my mind Out so they can see their kind I told you once, do not do this You’ll once regret what things you miss Stop it now, I’ll tell you how Please cork the bottle, with a kiss Keep … More Shadows
Welcome to the melancholy mansion that makes up my mind Watch your step when walking in, the doors will close themselves behind This house don’t like it when the people come and watch and look within. The floors all creak and make knees weak when falsehoods enter with their sin No ones bested one mere … More Welcome
Rest is what my mind desires I see the redness, and the fires I care not what they think of me My thoughts confine what should be free A puzzle piece that doesn’t fit No matter what I do to it It’s odd how heat can cause such chill It’s never matched, and never will … More Lines
Some time ago, I sat upon a balcony, just staring on My mind, my thoughts, my very soul, sat wondering where it all goes I pondered whether, when we die, the scrolls are true, or just a lie And as I sat there, lost in thought, a child came, a book he’d brought Sitting down … More The Fear of Death
My love. My all. Such memories do we share. Memories such as the times we’d awaken to the sun’s shimmering rays darting through the window, on those soft linen sheets as you’d rollover, greeting me with the morning’s first kiss. Memories of your fingers gently gliding, cusping the back of my neck, holding me as … More Letter to My Lost: 1
The other day I went out and bought this big ass terrarium. At first I wanted something else, like a ferret, or salt aquarium. But I ended up changing my mind. Something about that enormous, transparent habitat just appealed to me. Not sure why. Anyway, I took it home, set it down, walked away and … More My New World
How the World Should Work 