Monday, December 28, 2009

I cannot dance upon my Toes


Movement of a willow So gracious as she sways Gentle sounds of orchestra Each step her grand ballet

Sunday, December 27, 2009

last tear for life, last tear for the death


The Devil subsides, he wants me to bow.


At first, I respectfully decline knowing well his ways of temptation.
But, wanting and needing I feel my own heart bleeding.
Hungry regrets, as I laid down his bets.

Friday, December 25, 2009

at the beginning



This is a love poem about empty places.About blank walls.About light in the night and noises on the street.This is a love poem where no one is there.

Friday, December 4, 2009

pain


PainLocked in chainsPain blown out vainsPainGuns and gangsPain Ankles sprainedPain too much famePain filled with shamePain you were playedPain you went away