Untitled [Butterfly] 1999

Alone in its erratic flight
the butterfly may find respite
by resting on the tender coils
of faithful ferns
in healthy soils

Ode to the Agnostic Frog

A faithless Frog
       cannot Jump
   his Eyes must close
Blind
  leaping from what he knows . . . .

The Mirror 1999

As I approach the image comes to me
Without a sound I meet her steady gaze
Her silent eyes try desperately to see
But lids fall down to block the passing days
She stares at me and lets a question stand
I have no answer, only words to stall
I cannot choose and pacify demand
So, without choice, I just forsake them all
She traps me with her gaze, I try to hide
But she is there, and sees all that i do
I can't explain, so she's not satisfied
But how can I please her and all else too?
I ask her what it is she wants to see
But, with no voice, she cannot answer me

Untitled

I've reached the end
I can't come home
I'm standing on a cliff
I stare out at the ocean
and I reach across this rift


I watch the waves
I feel the sun
I cry these salty tears
I know I've reached a cross-roads
and I count the wasted years

Dusty Heart 2002

Another day has finally gone
Another chance passed by
Another heart - a near miss
Another night too tired to cry


Another brush with happiness
Another wound in fading dreams
It's another situation where 
The end can't justify the means


So once again I'm stuck here
In this room without a door
You made for me window
And then set it in the floor


Another thread unraveling
Another battle has been lost
Another storm blows over as
Another piece of me is lost


Another time I'll think of you
Another's arms will hold you then
I'll give my heart another day
Then maybe I'll begin again

Help-less 2000

Insanity's a hunter
I run alone
and in the chase
I find myself foundation-less
waves steal my feeble castle
Drowned


Mediocrity is effortless
A naked boat
on a windless sea
Unmoving, direction-less
and unable to care
A blank


Desire is a furnace
warming hearts
and without form
it consumes and leaves one control-less
like a parasite or master
Compelling

Le Petite Mort 2000

thickened groans and strangled cries
itching bones for alibis
dip your fingers in my thighs
a shudder 'neath the surface lies
fermenting perfume in the din
jaws gape ope' to let you in
a searing pleasure will begin
to strip your heart, reveal your sin

I love You 2000

Inside of me
Lies a message for you.
Open it carefully,
Verify its truth.
Evoking a passion though, when
Yielding to the heart,
Others may resist, still
Unaffected by your gaze

Upon Parting 2000

In twilight I was radiant,
although the sky was gray
Then in your arms
the night's sweet veil
too quickly fled away


A song upon the morning,
though sweeter than the dew,
could not dispel my heartache
at taking leave of you.

Untitled 1999

I tried to touch the sun,
but it hid its face from me
It left me in the dark 
of this cold reality


I tried to taste the waves,
but I could not cross the sands
And the only salt I licked
was the tears from my own hands


I tried to smell the blooms
as they blossomed on the tree
But the garden gate was locked
and I did not have the key


I tried to hear the love
in the voices of my friends
But their words were cold,
and empty of the warmth love always sends


I tried to see myself
as the girl I wished to be
But I had to close my eyes
because all I saw was me

Ragged Thought 2002

When confronted with your beauty my mind folds in on itself

        Unable to bear the weight of such uninhibited creation

Do I embrace it? Run from it?

Am I wanting it too much, or not enough?

I blush, I weep, I scream

I find myself between my life and living,

With no one’s hand to hold except my own

Anger and Apathy are my only defense

        What dangerous allies, pain is their reward.

It’s a ragged thought   . . . that cuts deep

Panic 2001

In quiet, or in rushing day

My reaction is the same

When those uninvited feelings

Encroach upon the corners of my mind

They stick their slender fingers in the unattended shadows

They shift, expand, consume me with their choking presence

They have no eyes, they cannot see the pain they cause

They have no ears to hear me plead for my release

But they find me with their stretching fingers and fill me with their vacant bodies

My soul reacts – it shrinks away from them

It becomes small and tight, until I can barely feel it inside me

I try to hold on to it, I want to keep it close to me

But it slips through my trembling grasp

I can sometimes hear it sigh, and rattle on my bones

But only when I hold my breath

Cartographer 2002

I wish my heart could unfold, as a map,

revealing all the regions forming there
For I can find no way, in words, to tap
the oceans of my love, and lay them bare
But if you were to meet some mountain trail
Or lie in my heart's meadows with the dew
Or even from my salty shores set sail
You'd understand the love that's here for you
For of what soul can borders be defined?
What lexicon contains these continents?
No sentence spells the landscape of the mind
No phrase can form the earth it represents
Since words would never match my love's terrain
I'll let my heart's topography explain