A drought wisps through
The thinkers mind...

Tending the beds
Of the seeds you sow...

How much is real?
It's getting hard to feel...

A long time ago you probably don't remember,
There’s a memory I hold so very tender...

You told me
of your dream...

It's just a pin prick of pain
In your eyes, I should know...

The fog invites a black decay
Inviting and insisting pain...

Short fuse, live wire,
Unsuspected means of desire...

---I don't exactly like this poem but I’m...
One word to sum up my life...

I can't say good-bye,
but its not like I've tried...

Lay Your head on silken white cloth
And rest Your feet on an ivory Pedi-stole...

To where did all the little things go
what curve did they become lost...