poem Im not hungryI\'m not hungryYou notice my plateand ask the inevitable\"You not hungry?\"No, I whisper in my head,I\'m just not eating to scorn you.Barely hidden contemptsurfaces in such ways.You never see my subtleties.Again, an inevitability\"Are you ok?\"\"Of course I am\",I reply by rote.As if I\'d tell you anyway.Are we so different?Can\'t you see the signs?It makes me wonder...How can we be related?
poem Raining NailsRaining NailsSteel sheets fall from aboveGushing forth from your eyesNo umbrella, have I, 'gainst this onslaughtSo many questionsIs now the time?So I bear my head to the stormLiquid spikes penetrating where nothing else couldAnd here I am with youComforting I don't know whatBitter at my inabilityAs you sob, unprotectedA frail shield am IWhen you are...Raining Nails
poem O Fortunao fortunaa cascading avalancheof mental uselessnessbreathes through memuch like the fire breathes,heedlessly,through the forestas the eagle watches - death - from aboveas I reflectand decide in which categoryto put my reminiscences;regret or not?no conclusionshave I attainedas my astral mind soars among the starsof contemplationwinking outjust as I reach infor rememberance forgottenI open my back doorto a dead ohio skyand see your eyesreflecting a shallowand shattered lightthin slivers, beaming insightand mourning......penetrating...and I see your eyesbetraying the inner intelectI spoke of, not long agobetraying the inner intelectI seekmy exercise of futility;complete.as it is revealed to methat my categories have changedand consist only of past and presenttime will tell uswhether we make the rightor wrong of it;inevitably to out detrimentstill, regrets are a burdennone should live withso into the past I pour myselfand face the future new
poem Rhetoricrhetorichow much of history can you believe?how much does embelishment change over the years?what do YOU think?DO you think?is human ignorance finite?is there an end to this?what do YOU know?MUST I dictate for you?am I so cold?am I anything to you?what do YOU care?HOW am I to know?where is compassion?where is the answer?what do YOU want?I need to know
poem Barbed WordsBarbed wordsI was free;the only fragment that remainedwas in a long forgotten accountof a frozen summerBarbs sink inas words are spokenI wont leave you...but...Please don't make me fall in love with youBarbs sink furtheryour true meaning still shroudedIn the hours of darkYou come, unknowing,at the walls of my stone heartwith your chiselFirmly set in my skinI couldn't shake you offeven if I wanted toI'm searching for the meaningthe meaning that isn't.Behind a rain of nails it liesAnd despite best intentionshow can it be?Dreams, IllusionsHopes...but no moreWipe the slate of my conscience cleanRewind.The Goodnight I never gave you...Light of my life or notYour barbed wordsWILL cause harmAnd bleed for it,I will
poem La Joie De Vivrela joie de vivredo you know enough french to tell me?how much joy the living feel?or how much pleaseure on earth has he?who on his knees does kneel.begging for the glance of godfor that's his last resistancetell me what he feels, poor sodmy feelings end meters from existanceunderstand evades my mindI've got no comprehensionhumorous, at times, I findyour species' situationso full of contradicions,and oxymorons, your life seemsconfuse your facts and fictionsyour reality and dreams