Poetry comes and goes
But I stay and it flows...

Deep and Sorrow show me horror,
Take my breath away...

Every day is same old day, and every same old day...
© August 20 2006...

It's such a pretty sight
When the world does not lie...

You may set my soul on fire,
Release my darkness and deep desires...

Demons screeching on the ground
The only ones that I have found...

I don't know what I should do
Whether I should run to you...

When I look up into the sky
I see shimmering lights...