untitled. November 24th, 1992. Midnight.

To discover myself

Begins with facing the truths,

 My truths...and mine alone-

To recognize myself,

  I am honest...

To communicate myself,

 I am brave...

But if I Could Trust. April 20th, 2008.

The stars hide

Behind the banks

 of clouds-

Not knowing their

 brilliance...

Not trusting

Their timeless light,

They still shine...

Dragonfly. June 31, 1983.

Who loves the

  dragonfly...

Who listens to the tails

Of fancy, and daring

 adventure

 the tiny beast has

  to tell...

Who loves the

  dragonfly...

Those who walk in

 the forest’s of Salem,

On a moonlit midnight

 and have tea with a white witch-

 And venture into the old

   Hatch House- *

And question the walls

Of the history they

  have held...

Or perhaps, someone who will

  love an animal-

And repect the feelings

 That animal must pale in

Forever-

Someone who loves the

  dragonfly

Looks between the pages

  Of fairy tails-

Someone who doesn’t wonder

How the China Doll moved

  from the toy box,

To the window seal-

  Someone who doesn’t

   Fear...

* Hatch House: An octagon shaped house believed to be haunted. Belonged to General Hatch during the Civil War and is located in Hannibal, MO.

Angels and Serpents. November 10, 2007.

The blue of the sky

Has bled into haze

 and it’s all about to change.

The black of my eyes

 is fixed in a daze,

Both beautiful and

  vaguely strange...

I speak in lost talk

My tongue is unknown-

These words may never interpret-

 this uncharted walk...

This yellow brick road

Leads to angels,

  leads to serpents...

The grapevines decay

On the unpainted fence

 that encircles my own backyard-

The shortness of day

And misuse of past tense...

A match for my own

   vintage scar...