Somewhere Out There
8/22/04...

Collab with Ann Marie
The invitation was sent, no need to reply...

Friends ask the question, sometimes twice
with a shrug I give the standard reply...

I can hear the whispers in the dark
Moving across my empty room...

Tears may fall, but what do they mean
without love and hate thinly between...

Sounds of laughter echo
between intermittent cries...

I wish you wouldn`t laugh when we talk
I can see through your admirable disguise...

The Magician
My friends call me Tim...

Going throuh the clothes that you once wore
Filled with your scent that drove me wild...

Page after page lined the walls
crumpled pieces of a mind gone mad...

...................................Smiles
..................................Implied...

People say that time heals all wounds
I have heard it a million times before...