November 16, 1990 — Filed under: mypoems
Seeing the stars rise
Out of the mist they do ascend
To correspond with angels
Sensing feeling from a far
Elves in pink poke‑a‑dots dance amung the trees
Arrows from within beneath the sod
Piercing as the cry of the rabbit
Death do scare the ones that shy
Too confuse, eyes blur, watch them coal
In to the air fly do they may
Not to complain dismay we do not
See do you the heart I hold
Much love expressed with the absents of touch
Let me enter and bathe
For you this is to far
I hope you know who you are.
Beauty within
Become my image
Throw the brittle cast into the depths
Pinnacle rise and stab the unaware
Lights are dimmed as age moves
Wax runs into lifeless molds
The blind gaze in despair
Minds wonder as do the mindless
October 15, 1990 — Filed under: mypoems
Take my hand
Drift through the screen
Let the tear go
But do not fallow
Join in the movie
Come
And receive what is yours
Reach for what needs you
Grow with the fruit of knowledge
Become your desire
Can you say
yes
Run
Fly
Through the endless love
Never ending as the sky
Open your heart
Jumping through hoops
That small dog is part of life
It is
And is about to end
No more in just a few
Though help is trying
That day is almost here
Cross in the sidewalk
Tear falling
Lands with a thud
September 12, 1990 — Filed under: mypoems
See the intensity
Madness flows as free as the wind
Thoughts that haven’t been thought, return
From no where they do appear
To be so light is not
To row or not is the ?
It will remain until the word is said
The one who has the power, may see me
But if not Lucifer will take my sole
Things will run wild
Hide my feet from sight
Swaying to and fro without a notion
Falling through the floor, the floor below
Disturbing those ones of other
They can do what is wished
Taking what isn’t
No thought of anything but the time it takes
Right to it without a thought
No thought required
That’s your idea
Not true is my remark
August 7, 1990 — Filed under: mypoems
See my eyes
As they fall from sight
The tear
Just one sign of love
Its weight that of stone
Warmth of its sorrow
The glow of past times
Strike as you may
Reaction shows not true feeling
Words twisted do all wrong
Love is true
Lust is real
Good goes with bad
A little of both
Life
July 11, 1990 — Filed under: mypoems
Lies and ties
hold me in this position
only dismal views occupy my vision
no more joyous wishes
no more great hopes
only darkness
only failure
only loss
there is no better day than yesterday