So constant, the stir- the buzz- The crazy noise of life. With blind eyes, we live- and die- But we've run out of time. Lost inside, ourselves- each other- So concerned with the vain. Who we are, once were- should be- Gets distorted in our minds. Dec 3, 2006

If you have ever lived in Monterey, CA, then you, above all, understand the startling contrast between the monotony of work and the exhilarating freedom of play. Life on the Presidio was a strange existence that consisted of the most inordinately unfair disadvantage of having a normal work routine indoors. Class started at 8:00 a.m. every morning, Monday through Friday. This was just about the same time that the heavy cloud of fog began to lift from the Presidio and the bright California sun...

My head was heavy with words and thoughts that night as I went to bed. Yet for some reason, when I tried to write, I became overwhelmed with depression and frustration. My eyes filled with tears. I hadn't been able to write in days, ever since the night my mother read some of my poetry. "Why is your poetry so depressing? Aren't you happy?" She threw her arms around me. "Mom, that's just the way I write. Really, I'm fine." I wished so badly that she would just go away. "Are you sure? If you w...

Questions of existence, Plague this weary mind. We are human, Destined to pain And confusion. We are mortal bodies, Of rotting flesh, And dilapidating minds. With each great beat of our hearts, Blood thins And like wine, Drips out onto the porcelain sink. As I choke on weakness, I am here, Lost to regret, And falling apart at the joints. My body screams- The sadness is more than I can bear. I alone, Toil with this madness, Redefining who I am, With each passing day- Becoming more like the los...

It's late, Too late to bring myself to smile. He has destroyed my hopes And dreams, But good reason refuses to breathe While I suffocate in excuses. Why do we fall in love? Who knows the true meaning of love anyway? Why is it, that we suffer For such a cause? We bleed our sweet tears And scream our painless cries, But we are blind And foolish. Like a rigid rock That stands amidst a beating storm, We stand against the truth, And like children We protect our delusions. We pray That this joy of ...

Imperfect hands, Molding a perfect smile. From the empty image Of a broken mind, She captures what little light she can, And holds it in a tiny glass jar On her window sill. One day- She will know that light, She will possess it, In her smile. Jan 16, 1999

Perfect hands, Molding a perfect smile. From the empty image Of a broken mind, She captures what little light she can, And holds it in a tiny glass jar On her window sill. One day- She will know that light, She will possess it, In her smile. Jan 16, 1999

Empty heart, empty mind, time is deadly, thought has died. Sparrow sitting, cold and still, lost his wings, lost his will. Broken, beating, battered, blue, pretty pictures, pain is you. Lonely memories, shattered dreams, always says, what he never means. Drowning now- on yesterday, lament for he- stole my heart away. Listen closely, falling rain, heartache's tears, on my window pain. Sleepless nights, useless days, one who loves, is one who pays. Crimson fire, engulf me whole, burn to ashes, ...

So constant, the stir- the buzz- The crazy noise of life. With blind eyes, we live- and die- Like there's no time left. Lost inside, ourselves- each other- So concerned with the vain. Who we are, once were- should be- Gets distorted in our minds. Dec 3, 2006

Wild- Intriguing- Trace the outline- Your body- My eyes. Every curve- Every muscle- Every sound- Burned into my mind. Lost- In desire, My will- Too weak to refuse. Two bodies- One touch- One yearning- My pain. Tongues twisting- Lips tasting- Skin melding- Just don't give in. Too late- Tears falling- Flesh dying- I'll never be the same.