Welcome to the Red Room.

THE TEMPLE | THE BLACK ROOM | THE GREEN ROOM | THE YELLOW ROOM |

This is the room for all of my poetry. It's mostly original.
Well as original as any of us can be. If you consider that anything
you learn; that you learn it through imatating others, then it
is clear to see that nothing is truly original.


29 May 2003 Alive
"Moving this way and that all the while not moving at all. The motion
is illusion; the illusion is in motion. Hunting fish in the barrel by
the barn. It's easy to spear them at this distance. The water splashed
on my clothes and now I am uncomfortable. My heart is thankful for the
warm sunlight that dries me."

29 May 2003 Late Night Reflections
"This summer day has turned cold. My big paper fan rests nearby. The
water on the stove should boil soon. What was that tea my friend bought
abroad? I can't hear the dogs, so I am thinking they slumber soundly."

15 June 2002 Imprisoned
"Sunlight strong upon my skin
Gently the breeze blows fragrance
through the air. Nearing the
solstice of fire, frustration
hangs heavy on my soul. Those
torturous sounds that come from
these foul beasts around me, push
me deeper into deppression. It's as
if their presence offends me greatly
but I know not why."

"Oh wonderful silence!
When will you return?"

"They call out to each other over
and over and over again. How many
times in just a short span have
they said mom, mom, look at me?
friend, brother, enemy watch at me?
Endless youth passes so quickly."

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and over and over again. How many
times in just a short span have
they said mom, mom, look at me?
friend, brother, enemy watch at me?
Endless youth passes so quickly."

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