All of my new pains,
They are bringing me closer to Truth...

I look up at the crystalline blue skies;
Too cold, too clear, and too unforgiving...

The spinning
Twirling...

The dirt is rich brown
I laugh, I scream...

So I gave up.
It was only a matter...

Practice makes perfect
And perfect makes dumb...

I went to bed late last night
with you still on my mind...

Hearken to me, beast of beasts,
Before the morning light intrude...

"Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls,"
John said as he smiled...

A YOUNG STUDENT joined our party,
And traveled with us on our way...

There is a new, hard callus on my hand,
Like there is a new aching in my heart...

I can write angry poetry too.
Bad things have happened to me...