| Poems I - Older |
| The Stalker A shadow meets the dirt Put down by his own hand Inspired by a cheap flirt Till he could no more stand When she learned of his end And the source of his pain She did her knowledge lend To declare him insane She claimed that her whole part Had just been being kind Somehow that won his heart So she was flirt defined He began to follow her Well after it was said That she would not concur And wished that he were dead Truth could never dispel A romance peacefully In unrequited hell Delusion set him free But when he saw he kiss Her brand new skater pawn Watching her in that bliss His microcosm, gone -July 13, 2003 |
| On War The metal wings of war Outrace the doves of peace Each person at his core Knows life is but a lease The fire of hell we give Back to the desert sand So none can ever live In the new, war-torn land -July 13, 2003 |
| Kiss the Gril I kiss the girl who is not there With sparkling eyes and long brown hair Her lovely face beyond compare And all the while nothing but air I wish I held her body true Yet for now a pillow must do Have I found love with half it's crew Or do I run from my heart blue? I kiss the girl who is not there Into her eyes now do I stare I feel as though I for her care And all the while nothing but air. -September 1, 2003 |
| Reason Sundered Though I know I stand no chance I think of her and me, a dance I know full well this cannot be Yet naught I do sets my heart free She hates me, yes She loaths me, yes She bids me vanish And still I stare My mind and heart agree no more The first is rich, the latter poor I wish I could forget, move on But I know I'll backtrack by dawn I hate me, yes I loath me, yes I bid me vanish And still I stare -September 2, 2003 |
| Cure...? No more do her looks makes me cry No longer do her words cut me so deep No more is she apple of my eye And no more does her name make my skin creep My heart has turned, My eyes have fled, First I was burned, Then I was bled -September 4, 2003 |