The Lone 9/12/04
Stranded on an island bleak
A mass of writhing cold hard blackness
Swallowing all color
But never penetrating my thoughts of you
A light of hope in a sea of black
My mind controlled by one sweet thought
The black sea sways and the black sea swirls
I am lost, following the light
Where I shall go I do not know
But now I walk throught the black waves
His Name
The burning fire of inner soul
A sweet unearthly gravitational pull
His name is the calling
A song from my deepest heart
The rays of warm light going deep
Turning cold to burning fire
I see the fire in a different light
Distorted and swirled into a vision of love
A sweet release
I cry through the night
The Flame
A candle flame in blackest night
The litle flame growing fast
Until the bonfire does emerge
And crazed lovers dance about it
A smell is there to all who envy
Such bitter thoughts do they have
They scowl at the light of the fire
But the fire keeps burning
The flame will never die
Forever it shall burn
The Bells
Silver bells ringing in my ears
I fear them, love them and loathe them
What can they be, is it him, can it be
An unearthly tinkle of moon shine silve
Is it the calling, has the tide turned?
The Light of Soul
I felt those summer rays
While I toiled for all's good
I saw the music spun to light
Not of Earth nor of Heaven
The rays touched the soul
The Rips 10/11/04
The canvas of the night has spread
And the light of something naught of here
Silver thread pulsing and dancing
In the light of the silver moon they sparkle
They are rifts from this world to the next
So plausible yet so unobtainable
The jewels of the sky, my balancing point
They sway my furry
And light my desire
Yet the clouds of this world cloud all's vision
So few can see the rips in the sky