I am the forest ancient and full
I am the tree that stands proud and tall...

I have spent my whole life waiting
Hoping that some day I might win...

There is no one to turn to anymore
Tide is high and the storm is at my back...

Crouched over like a villain
I am the dreaded Evil Twin...

Sweet sarcasm rumbling through the halls
Of empty rooms with empty tapestries...

Somewhere in my life
Along the roadway...

I'm unsure of who I am
I have failed God's master plan...

He Holds Me High (sonnet)
In high esteem, he holds me so dear...

Humble is the hermit hole
Dwelling deep within the dirt...

There she sits, my lover's wife
And I his concubine...

Saturated lovers in the mind of a child
Hand holding courtesans tempered to mild...

I cannot break this empty silence, for it is...
Two years we have been one heart, and I am longing...